Hunter LeValle is the name. I'm known mostly as Sykotik or Sy, a nickname earned in basic training. This is my story:
I can remember every last detail of that day: the day I witnessed tragedy, the day I left everything behind with Alaric, the day we truly witnessed what it was like to be in the middle of an Epidemic.
I was 16 years of age when our nation was hit with the Super Flu. My family had all been affected by it, except for one person that I know of, my sister. All of the other bodies were accounted for. Where she is to this day, is unknown. I happened to be the only one left. How I survived, I'm not sure. All I can do is assume it has to do with my natural immunities. I had nothing: no money, no where to go, no friends to contact (everyone at that time was in hiding). My first thought was to join the military. Because of everything going on, they happened to be drafting at the time, and the age of acceptance jus so happened to be 16.
I'll admit, I was scared out of my mind. Here I was, a youngblood kid, never had to fight for anything in my life, and I had nothing left but the uniform on my back and the rifle in my hand. At the time, I didn't really know alot about what was happening. Only that people were getting sickness like it was the next trend, and that they happened to call the virus the "Super Flu". I was stationed close to were I lived for a month or so until our command gave word of a call to duty in a small town in Transylvania to a camp know as St. Teresa. By then, I was ready for a little action. I had been through weeks of training, and was definitely skilled with a firearm, but was still nervous.
Not much information was given to us when we set foot on camp grounds. They gave us our orders, and I had to sign a waiver stating that I not discuss any events taking place in St. Teresa. I heard someone ask what it is we were guarding, and the answer he got was a firm, "The dying." It seemed all pretty laughable to me, so I signed, not knowing what I was getting myself into. But hey, I was getting paid, right?
It was over the next few weeks I had met someone who changed my life from that point. His name was Alaric Vanvelsor. He was a likable guy, but gave the impression that he was too young to be there. He had told me about growing up in California, and how the virus had affected his life. Over those few weeks we had become good friends. In fact, he was my only friend at the time.
A week later, strange events started to happen. People were getting sick to the point were they literally looked dead. Next thing we knew, we'd hear growls and gunfire from infirmary tents and our supervisors telling us they didn't make it, and that we were supposed to dispose of the bodies. These people in this small town needed help from us, yet it seemed our mission was to wipe them off the map. It seemed so, wrong. That was the only way to describe it. But I was young and needed the money, so I tried not to complain. It was then that Alaric had confessed about his age, and that he was getting out while he could. He offered for me to go with him, but at the moment, this is all I had going for me and I told him I had to think on it.
That night I made my decision. We had heard lots of strange noise an our alarm sounded for us to take our posts. When we got there the scene was chaos. People were running screaming and trying to break down the fencing holding us in. Others seemed to be insane and were attacking everyone...with their teeth. We were ordered to fire on anything that moved, and to not let a single being escape from the camp perimeter. As the first twelve innocents were fired upon, I shuddered. Men, women and their children of all ages were shot down trying to escape. Alaric looked with questioning eyes. I knew what he was asking. I wasn't doing anything like this ever again. We were going over that fence after the pandemonium settled.
The following morning we ran. I grabbed my issued G36-C, and he managed to grab a few handguns. We packed anything else we'd need and headed out from the western point of the camp. I had never been more scared in my life. We were now AWOL, running from a terror we knew nothing about. What was to become of us? I never imagined my fate being like this. I tried not to think about it as I gripped my rifle tighter and ran behind Alaric, following him wherever he leads...