Apr. 2030
It was Saturday night in Brazil, and that was the same as to say: party time. With many stores closed and people reveling in their day off due to the crazy warning on TV, many youngsters decided to embrace the night.
At one of Brazil's bustling beaches, a large group of young men and women celebrated with alcohol and pulsating funk music. Laughter and shouts mingled with the rhythmic waves, creating a carefree atmosphere that seemed oblivious to the chaos brewing elsewhere.
Suddenly, as the clock struck midnight and the eclipse enveloped the moon, the beach grew darker, illuminated only by the flickering party lights. When the first yellow dots began to appear around them, most thought it was part of the elaborate light show. Others dismissed it as the effects of the drugs they had consumed.
*DING!*
The warning sound came but it got lost between the loud music.
"This is incredible! How did they do that!?" a young woman exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. Drunk, she reached out to grab the shimmering dots, but they danced away from her grasp.
"Hah! Look, the golden dots move!" she called, laughing, completely unaware of the danger.
But then, the dots twisted and merged into a small sphere, and as it expanded, a grotesque figure began to emerge. The humanoid form took shape, its body unnaturally slender and elongated. Skin that should have been pale appeared almost translucent, revealing a network of dark veins pulsing beneath the surface. The creature's face was a chilling mask of hunger and madness, with hollow cheeks and a gaping maw filled with jagged, yellowed teeth.
As the first zombie fully formed, it stood up straight, its glowing red eyes scanning the crowd with a predatory gleam. More followed, each one equally horrifying: emaciated, devoid of humanity, and exuding an aura of death. They stumbled forward, their movements jerky and unnatural, like marionettes with tangled strings.
"Woah… Is that a costume!?" the same lady asked, fixated on the ghastly figure.
Screams erupted around her as the reality of the situation dawned. Was this part of the party? What was happening?
"What a bad trip!" shouted a young boy, his voice filled with disbelief—right before a zombie lunged at him, sinking its teeth into his neck.
Panic spread like wildfire. The beach, once alive with music and laughter, devolved into chaos as the crowd scrambled to escape the nightmare that had invaded their celebration. The undead creatures surged forward, hungry for flesh, turning the joyous night into a living hell.
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United States of America, one of the largest and most powerful countries in the world. Highly developed, controversial, and populous; many loved the country, while others loathed it.
Inside a dimly lit room with no windows to let in starlight, five heavily armed men stood guard around a sixth, older man. Locks of white hair framed his strong, weathered face, betraying a lifetime of experience in leadership. It was clear: he was the President of the United States.
Seated in a plush armchair, he frowned, stress etched into every line of his face.
"We're overreacting! It was just some idiot prank on television—there won't be a disaster!" he grumbled, frustration boiling over as he looked at the soldiers surrounding him.
They were deep underground now, in a secret base fortified by thousands of the best-trained personnel. The President, like most of those present, had dismissed the warning, but he couldn't shake the feeling that time and resources were being squandered.
"I'm sorry, Mr. President, but we are only following protocol," said the soldier on his left, maintaining a steady gaze.
The soldier on his right added, "We can't let you out until tomorrow, sir!"
"Because of this, the press will portray me as the most cowardly president in American history!" The President slammed his fist against the armrest, anger pulsing through him. "Once I find the culprit… has the CIA or Interpol discovered who did it?!"
"Yes, sir. The last report indicated that Interpol is dismantling a hacker base in the Middle East. They mentioned they have a small lead on some Brazilians as well."
"A small lead? I want results by tomorrow!" the President barked, his frustration mounting. "Unfortunately, we can't mobilize our troops now; the situation in Asia is too delicate. Well, at least I can rest for now—those interviews are utterly tiresome…"
Just as the president was about to close his eyes, they all heard a strange sound popping inside their minds.
*DING!*
*STARTING THE APOCALYPSE!*
*Spawning the First Wave*
*Spawn grade: F*
*Good luck!*
Out of nowhere, small yellow dots began to coalesce in front of them, swirling like fireflies drawn to an unseen force. As the dots thickened, a human form gradually materialized, its features distorted and grotesque.
At first, they thought it was human, stunned by the strange appearance of the figures that had taken shape. There were six in total. The creatures were hairless and completely naked, their bright red eyes gleaming like rubies. Their skin was white, almost translucent, with blue veins pulsating just beneath the surface. The sight of their visible, beating hearts made the scene even more macabre.
"Grrrr!" The creatures opened their mouths at the same time and started to walk towards their target.
"KILL IT NOW!!" the president shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of sudden panic. There was no time to consider whether these beings were peaceful.
Though the soldiers were caught off guard, their training kicked in immediately. Unfortunately, the creatures had spawned too close—there was barely any room to maneuver.
One soldier, unlucky and unaware, focused on a zombie to his left, not realizing another had materialized right behind him. By the time he sensed it, it was too late. The creature sank its teeth into his neck.
The room erupted into chaos. Shouts and screams echoed through the confined space as blood sprayed across the walls and floor, quickly painting the scene in crimson.
A white zombie approached the president, its eyes locked on him with mindless hunger. It raised its hands and lunged.
"Mr. President!" A soldier leaped in front of him, acting as a human shield.
CRUNCH!
The creature's strong hands grabbed the soldier, and in one savage bite, tore away half of his face. Blood splattered onto the president, warm and sticky, as he watched in horror.
"Noooo! Donald!" another soldier cried out, his voice cracking with despair.
*BANG!*
The zombie's head exploded in a spray of blackened flesh. The gunfire was deafening in the small underground room, each shot echoing painfully in the president's ears. The room filled with a constant barrage of bullets, their frantic rhythm overwhelming.
Minutes later, it was over. Silence descended, save for the sound of heavy breathing. The president surveyed the scene, still in shock. Eight bodies littered the floor—two of his soldiers had been lost in mere moments. Only three remained standing, blood-soaked and wide-eyed.
The president stood, his legs shaky but fueled by a rising fury. His face flushed red with anger, matching the blood on the floor.
"Shit! Get me the man who was behind the warning!" That was the only thing he could think of. The warning was true!
Suddenly, a hidden door opened, and a woman stepped inside—blonde, dressed in tight clothes, and looking surprisingly calm. It was the president's secretary. How she had survived was a mystery.
"Thank God you're al—" she began, relief in her voice, but the words died on her lips as she took in the carnage. Her face paled, and she stifled the urge to vomit.
The president said nothing as he looked over at her.
"I - I have reports…" She said weakly, trying to recompose herself.
"Speak, and quickly!" he snapped.
"We're receiving massive emergency signals from all over the country!" she blurted out, her eyes still flicking to the bodies. "It seems these creatures are appearing everywhere!"
At that moment, two low grunts filled the room. Everyone whipped around, weapons ready, only to see the two dead soldiers stirring. Their flesh was rotting at an unnatural speed, and in seconds they had transformed into the classic zombies of nightmare fiction.
"Grrr…" they groaned as they staggered to their feet.
"Zombies…" the president muttered through gritted teeth. Everyone knew what they were, but to see them in real life was beyond horrifying. "God has forsaken us…"
"What should we do sir?" Asked one of the soldiers.
"Shoot them in the head," the president said, resigned but furious. His mind raced with the implications of what had just happened.
Two shots rang out in quick succession. The reanimated soldiers dropped lifelessly, joining the growing pile of bodies.
The president's gaze drifted back to the six white zombies. His thoughts churned.
[Six zombies… for six people. Damn it!] His face paled as realization dawned. [That voice… it said 'spawning the wave.' Could it be that one zombie spawned for every person in the world!?]
A flood of thoughts overwhelmed him—too many questions with no answers. But there had to be someone who knew more about this system, someone who understood what was happening.
"Get me the one behind it!" He shouted to the secretary. He barked at his secretary, eyes blazing. "Arrange an emergency meeting with the army. We are not going to lose this country to these monsters!"
The order was clear: survival was no longer about protocols or politics. It was about fighting back against the apocalypse, before it consumed them all.