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The Gold Project was the government’s way of trying to make the clones acceptable in society. In the gold project a new breed of clones was being developed. These clones were given personalities and there own appearance, but still they were programmed to serve and die. These clones were given a darker complexion so they would blend in with the rest of the race. This is where it all went wrong though. It was here that a gene was discovered among the clones. A defect that the doctors over looked. Now it is called the “Death Gene” but at the time it was not known.

This gene would distribute a poison through the mouth of the clone. This poison would enter what it bit into and grow into a gas which is invisible and odorless. Once airborne it would infect a human (or usually a group of humans). Once infected the creature would die and be revived, as a zombie, later on with a more primitive gene. This new gene would only pass the poison if the zombie bit you or if a person were to eat something the zombie bites. Well lets just say in this new era of meaningless sex and intimate relations, with all the kissing it was not long before this turned into an epidemic.

Within days the human population was divided in one third. One third of the entire population had fallen to this plague of the undead and everyday thousand more met there demise and made the transition over from the living to the undead. The only comedy that one would get out of this whole thing was the fact that the clones died within two weeks. It seemed man could create man, but not to last.

At first the army came in to end this outbreak but it was far too late. The army attacked immediately unfortunately. Why would this be a mistake?  Because the disease was still airborne and not even a mask could protect you. Entire armies were converted into undead zombies. The chaos continued for a month and now we come up to date. The earth’s population is now only one billion if that. Most of those still alive are in the United States. Why is this so? I have no idea.

Well here we are now, where we left off. Me, talking to myself, and loosing what little sanity I have. All around me the undead feast on the living and, oh you better believe it, I can hear there moans. Those sorry mother fuckers are all around me, I am aware of this. And I must say that I no longer care. Let us just say that for some strange reason we do get through all this and we do reclaim our world; could we ever go back to the way we were? It would take years to clean up the dead, and who could say for sure that the disease was gone. It could always pop up again and create another holocaust. Because of this I have decided to take the necessary precautions in order to not see that world. I know how to stop this plague, but, I care not to share with the same group of people who had destroyed my family, friends and life.

Smiling as I watch the dead city of Boston move beneath me I walk over to the window and place a hand on the glass. I close my eyes and visualize the world in which I am about to leave. With much anticipation I place the revolver in my mouth and smile for I know this is the only way to escape this eternal nightmare.