Another flash of light, and they were standing in the ruins of a building. "Damnit! I must have entered the wrong coordinates again!" Derek fumed. Ausin clambered out of the rubble and his jaw dropped. "Actually Derek, you're kind of right this time." "Kind of right? What are you-" As Derek emerged from the hole, he too was shocked at what he saw. The crowd of zombies was surprising enough, but in the midst of them, was...them! 15 year old Jake, Amy, Mcnabb, Bishop, Calvin, Casey, Reaper, Scythe, and of course, 20 year old Derek. "Oh my god...I've taken us back to 2008 when we..." "Wait where's Nick and I?" "You two don't come in until later, now shut up and let me think!" Derek's mind was racing. Jake was evil. Mcnabb, Bishop, Reaper, and Scythe were going to die, and...so was he... "Hey I just realized something!" Austin exclaimed. "As long as we're here and we know what's going to happen, can't we save them?" "No." Derek replied. "What? Why not?" "Because, we can't interfere with the past!" "But how can something negative come from saving people's lives?" "Just trust me." Derek finished with the device just as the giant Hayes smashed out of his building. "Come on!" Derek shouted. "We've got to get out of here before we merge with our past selves!" "Before we what?" Austin asked, puzzled. "If we stay too long our DNA syncs with the DNA of our past selves and we become one! If that happens, things may not play out the same way as-" Then, Derek vanished. "D?" Austin spun around. "Derek? DEREK!"
Derek felt a sudden head rush as old memories flooded back into his head. He staggered back and almost fell, but Bishop caught him and pulled him away with the others. Then Derek remembered what was about to happen to him. "Bish, look out!" Bishop looked up and narrowly dodged the monsters teeth as Derek rolled the other way. "Woah...thanks man. You saved my life!" There was a scream as they saw what the monster had got instead: Casey was clutched in its jaws and was soon ripped to shreds. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" They shouted.
Derek suddenly felt a haze in the air as he was lifted from his body. He had the odd feeling of being compressed through a vaccum, then he was on solid ground. Austin was standing next to him, holding the device. "Holy shit! It worked!" He exclaimed. "What have I done?" Derek mumbled as he sunk to his knees. "I saw you save Bishop man. Sucks about Casey though." "NO!" Derek suddenly lept up and grabbed the front of Austin's shirt. "Don't you see? Hayes was supposed to kill Bishop and Casey was supposed to survive! He was supposed to marry Amy! He was supposed to impregnate Amy with me! He was supposed to build New Washington! Don't you see what this means?" "Um..." Austin replied. "It means that if we dont go back and save Casey, than I won't-"
All of a sudden, a bright blue wave enveloped the planet, wiping all signs of Casey (and anything to do with him) of the face of the Earth. The huge dome of New Washington was erased and replaced with a heavily guarded military base, the outside crawling with zombies. And Austin was teleported to where he would have been if Derek had never interfered: on Amy's sofa...with Amy...and their daughter Beth. It was as if Casey, and Derek, had never existed.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Infection-A New Beginning: Part I
The man driving the stagecoach wrapped his shawl tighter around him against the cold night air. His caravan needed to get to the village, or the half dozen sick and freezing people on board would die. He had made the journey many times before, but never before had it seemed so urgent. Just as he saw the village over the ridge, a bright blue light flashed in front of him, causing the horses to rear up and throw the driver off the stagecoach. He struck his head against a rock and went limp. As the stagecoach flew by, pulled by the crazed horses, the groggy passengers just began to notice two men that had suddenly appeared next to them. One looked to be in his 50's the other, late 20's. "Did we make it back to New Washington?" the younger one asked. "I don't think so." the older one replied. "Unless you remember stagecoaches drawn by horses in the year 2015." The passengers merely grunted and went back to sleep. "Um, Derek?" the younger one asked. "If were not in 2015, then where are we?" Derek never had a chance to reply, as the carridge was flung forward away from the horses, rolling down a ravine, and finally coming to a stop at the bottom. The two strange men were the only ones that climbed out of the wreckage. "Shouldn't we help these people?" "There's no time Austin." The man replied. "Besides, we have to get out of here before we do something that completely destroyes the future!" Derek punched some numbers into the device in his hand and they dissapeared in another flash of blue light.
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