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[[Outbreak: Cub's Chronicle]]
[[Outbreak: Cub's Chronicle]]
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== Origins==
Cub sat on the couch inside the Malton Angel’s headquarters. Headquarters sounded so official… but it really a run down building… like almost every building in Malton. Signs of the epidemic where everywhere…broken furniture… boards on the windows and doors… lazily placed weapons about the room… and … blood-splatters on the walls…
He watched his new partners… a couple going over maps of the city on a table… discussing plans of this or that… a couple of others just seemed to be chatting amicably…
Everything was relaxed… even though there were a couple of zombies wandering the streets a mere block away. That’s what this world has come too… at least the world of Malton… a couple of Zeds were just not anything to get excited about anyone…
This young boy of 10 remembered a time when that was not the case… when even one zombie shocked him…
==Day One: Part One==
Cub remembers the day of the outbreak…he was playing on his bedroom floor…
“Pishu … pishu…” the boy of 7 made the sound of laser blasts… his Star Wars figures shooting at each other… the good guys always won…
Grandma was over to baby-sit … as she always did after school. She seemed very intent on the TV today… seemed there was another disaster somewhere in the world…
“Charlie… come down for supper!” Charlie… that was his real name. Charlie McBub… but everyone called him Cub… even his parents and sister… everyone except for Grandma.
“Come-on down Love”
“Supper?” Charlie thought to himself. “Where are Mom and Dad… and Clair?” Cub’s Grandma usually only baby-sits until someone else gets home. Clair, Cub’s sister was 15 and often at cheerleader practice… at a friend’s… or at the mall… so she was often late… but his parents were usually home right after work.
Cub looked out the window … “Getting dark…” the young boy ran down the stairs…
“Where’s Mom and Dad? When are they coming home?”
“Well…Charlie…” Cub could sense a tension in Grandma’s voice… worry started to creep in… “It seems there are some traffic problems in another part of the city… some roads are closed… so your parents are probably stuck at work…” Grandma gave a reassuring smile… “Your sister is stuck too... stuck at the mall. She would like that wouldn’t she? hehe” The old lady patted Cub on the head, but the laugh was nervous and forced...
Cub cocked his head and scrunched his lips in confusion… “Stuck?” he thought to himself… even to his inexperienced seven-year-old brain this didn’t seem to make sense.
“Did you call?” Cub asked… he knew Clair had a cell phone… it was a birthday present… bit really it was a way for Cub’s parents to keep track of this outgoing teen.
“Well…” his grandmother shuffled her feet… she couldn’t hide her worry… “It seems like the phones are out of service. So I can’t get through right now.”

Revision as of 16:02, 6 January 2009

Cub McBub

10 year old survivor.

Member of the Malton Angels.

A boy… quiet… direct… with distant eyes… eyes that have seen too much. Wearing a blood-speckled blue cap… a blood-speckled yellow smiley faced T-shirt with the word REVIVE written across the top… blue jeans and runners.

And of course, often holding a pistol.

His nightly prayer…

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

I Prey the Lord My Soul To Keep

And If I Die Before I Wake

I Prey My Lord...

I won't be eating my friends...

Outbreak: Cub's Chronicle