A/N: So I found this. I don't know when I made it, but I found this.

The man leans into him. There is a dark red almost black colour to the whites of his eyes. He is so close his nose is almost touching the other's nose. The other can feel his breath when he says, "We all have it in here. We are all infected."

The other pushes past the man and there are so many of them. All infected. He wasn't, couldn't, isn't, wouldn't, be infected. He can hear the other infected laughing and jeering behind him.

The apocalypse had happened when he was a kid. And he survived and he wouldn't be infected.

He dashed away, the last thing he remembers— actually he doesn't remember at all. The only reason he knew the apocalypse had happened to his Realįty was from the newspapers he had found.

He soon found a building, an important-looking one at that, so far he hadn't had an encounter with a zombie, else he'd be screwed. He wasn't infected or so he insisted to himself. But deep inside him, he knew he was infected. And once you were infected, well, I think you can guess. It was quite painful, the transition. And it happened slowly. So that didn't help.

He can still hear the other infected people laughing and jeering in his head, even though he had left them far behind.

He dashed up, and then he found rows upon rows of old-fashioned computers, nothing like the sleek new ones that his Realįty had.

He frowned, momentarily brought out of his haste.

CRASH!

That wasn't possible. They couldn't have found him so soon. But they had.

He looked around the room, hoping for an exit, a hideout, anything.

Nothing.

He could hear them coming up the stairs now, and he knew he would only have a couple of minutes left.

And then he spotted it.

It was a hidden door. A very cleverly hidden door, and even though he was staring at it, it still looked like a wall.

He quickly darted towards it, and managed to close the door, just as he could hear the others bursting into the floor he was on.

The room he was in was small, and very bare, with only two tables, a chair, and an old fashioned computer, sitting on one of the tables, open onto a document.

He quickly glanced back at the door, before dragging the table that wasn't holding the computer over to the door, giving him a few minutes. Five at worst. Ten at best.

He sat on the chair and started the document.

The Anchoråe Project

(notes were written by Doctor Ross)

Day 1, 5672

Today our organization shall work on a project that I have been meaning to work on for a long time.

The Anchoråe Project.

Unlike other Realities, ours has more zombies than any other mob, and we only have temporary solutions. Setting them on fire doesn't work, as they will come back in even greater numbers.

Instead, the Organization believes that we can put a stop to this once and for all. We will create superhumans that will deal with the zombies. If the Ådmins can't stop them, then we WILL.

Day 20, 5672

The first stage of testing. We had forty people join The Anchorae Project as subjects.

We injected in the formula and waited. But that was a few weeks ago. They have now started to show symptoms.

Twenty seemed more bubbly and happy, and beckoned to us to play games with them, if we submitted, -- as one poor scientist did,-- they grabbed onto him, attached themselves to the roof, and tore the poor lad to shreds and ate him.

What I noticed, however, is that they played with him for a while, before eventually killing him.

Fitting their personalities, I have decided to call these twenty the Positives, or P's.

The other twenty, however, seemed more depressed, as they stayed more towards the corners, and would be quite gloomy. If we approached them, they would snap at us to go away, or they would suddenly grab you, drag you to their corner, and tear you to shreds.

Unlike the Positives, however, they didn't play with you. They would quickly kill you in one swipe.

Also unlike the Positives, they didn't seem to be cannibals.

-D.R

Day 309, 5672

I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have even introduced this project in the first place.

The Negatives had changed. They would attach themselves to the ceiling, and gained a more zombie-like physicalness. But they were fast, and quick.

During a time I will never know, they infected the Positives, leading to now. They broke out. This whole Reality is in peril. The Ådmins have closed all entrance and exit. Everyone's safe. Except for us. We will become affected, but luckily, well hopefully, the Infection can't access our memories.

Or it will doom the Realities.

One thing that I know, is that you must be already infected. And one thing that I know:

THERE IS NO CURE.

I've doomed us all. And I apologize to all of humanity.

I killed you all.

-For the last time, D.R.

He stared at the screen.

What else could you do, when your whole world came crashing down on you?

He didn't even register the door opening, or a gentle hand being placed on his shoulder.

"I guess I should've known that this would be your reaction." The man from earlier said, somehow being able to laugh in the grave danger.

"We should get back to our compound. We'll be as comfortable as we can be, while everything... happens."

o0o

And he watched.

He watched as others slowly lost their minds and became full fledged zombies, watched as others had their eyes change into red or black, watched as others had vines of green start creeping up their skin, but through it all, he never lost his mind.

His eyes had changed yellow, and he had vines of green, but he never lost his mind. He never craved for flesh or blood.

That made him a traitor. And traitors had to be killed.

o0o

He was walking down one of the roads in the city. A city that a few decades ago had been so vibrant and full of life.

He certainly wasn't expecting to be shot at.

He barely dodged the arrow, and looked towards where he thought the person would have shot at him.

He didn't see them, but he would soon know that the mysterious sniper would be the least of his problems.

A horde of zombies had shuffled from around the corner he had just crossed.

The zombie in lead looked up, and growled when it saw him. "There. The traitor. Kill him."

The other zombies immediately sprang into action, as if they had been waiting for this moment.

They sprang at him, covering the distance in mere seconds.

He grasped for his weapon, before realizing he had left it at home and cursing himself internally.

And then he did the only thing he could do.

He ran.

He ran as the small group of zombies ran after him, ready to kill him.

The good thing about being dead is the you had infinite stamina. The bad thing about being dead is that your enemies also had infinite stamina.

He ran across the entire city, trying to get rid of them, but the zombies weren't taking it.

He reached the road and he realized it would take him to the lake. He could be able to ditch them there.

Before he could weigh the merits of it, the zombies chucked a spear at him, --where it came from, he didn't know,-- it went through his arm, but as always he didn't feel it. Then he took off running at a dead sprint.

Eventually, close to sunset, he reached the lake, his legs which would've cramped in stress, but he was dead.

And then the random portal appeared.

He had no clue where it would go, but it was probably better than here.

He jumped in, leaving the zombies, and his Reality, behind.

o0o

He knew that this Reality was very different from his own.

Like for example, he appeared a few miles in the air above a forest.

Sure, he was still a zombie, but his legs felt like he had run a mile, which he had, and the spear--

Oh god, it hurt. It hurt like hell.

He blacked out before he hit the ground.

o0o

He opened his eyes to see that the spear had been removed from his arm, and a bandage soaked with blood covered it.

He also noticed that a man in a blue jumpsuit was nearby.

Jumpsuit noticed he was awake, and smiled. "So, you're awake. My name's Pixl. Pixl Riffs."

He slowly sat up, grimacing everytime he put weight on his left arm.

"My name's Zloy, Zloy XP."