Lance (@LanceWF)

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“Well then what is W.F. if not depressing?” - @TheSodiumMan

Family is the strongest bond you could ever have. It’s a privilege, a want, and a responsibility. Family is one of the only things worth protecting. Yet, many desire to be separated from their family. Some even call home hell. That’s what I believe. Even if your family is perfect to a tee, one small tear and it will shred the whole image apart. A family can go from perfect to ruins in the matter of hours. But what causes that? I know what caused my family to be torn apart. It was because of me.

CHAPTER ONE: Better off dead.

September 26th, 2000. The worst day of my life. The morning I found my parents dead, mangled beyond recognition. The morning everyone disappeared, or died violently. Poor souls. They couldn’t even see what tore them in two. During the night, it all spread like wildfire. The “virus”, I guess. No other way to put it. I still remember it like it was not even a day ago, even eight months later. Those images never left my mind. Now everything is in shambles. Because of this damn birth defect. This fucking tail….. I did all of this, so how the hell can I make amends with the thousands of lives I’ve unknowingly ruined? Nothing can bring back the dead, yet it may be better off that way if some are like how my father was.

“Lies won’t get you far… not from me.” - Donovan Lance

“I’m you. Can’t you see that? Maybe I’m the rabid side of you. I crave flesh. Blood. Control. You’ll see what I mean….. Soon.” - The Voice

“Nobody really has a name for the things these people have become. I can’t even think of what to call them. My son did, though. But… he didn’t have enough time to tell me.” - James Reighley

“5… oh, what the hell. You don’t need a countdown, I hate you enough to just surprise you with it.” - The Voice

“Why… why am I remembering this now..? Why am I numbing my pain with a worse pain….?” - Marcus Lance

“Hope we’ll see each other again soon, Marcus.” - James Reighley

CHAPTER TWO: New home, new life.

November 23rd, 2000. It was a much happier day then, thinking back on it. It was my birthday. Charlie and Claire surprised me with little things they found in abandoned stores. I still was thinking about James that day. I hoped he was okay. Me and my sister went out few days before and found a comfy little place to set up camp. Guess it’s basically home, now. Although a lot of people have died, I feel like my life has changed for the better. I don’t know. It might be selfish to think that.

“Well, don’t worry about me. I’m back now, and that’s all that matters.” - Liam Coleman

CHAPTER THREE: The B.T.B.O. Corps.

December 3rd, 2000. I’m being hunted. We ran into this squad of armed guys, and they saw my tail. Now they want to kill me, or… kidnap me.. or…. I don’t know. They called themselves the “B.T.B.O. Corps”. They had a lot of weapons. We found that out the hard way. They blew up our shelter. Bombed it. Luckily, we had all of our weapons and supplies somewhere else. So we ran. We ran and ran. And thank god we ran into James. We probably would’ve been murdered if he didn’t bail us out.