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It is so perfect, too perfect to be true, but something went wrong, terribly wrong. Instead of helping the body in perfection it began to mess with the body by destroying the live cells and altering the Deoxyribonucleic Acid (DNA) in the body.” 
                  “The project is called Super Immune (SI), but after the incident and how quickly it spread we called it Virus Genocide (VG). I left the military shortly after the incident, my sister, my brothers and mother are here, so I came to get them to safety, instead I found Max here,” he says. Six sat down on the brown sofa and take a deep breath. Now he look as if he’d seen a ghost. His hair messed up to each side as if he slept wrong, his brown muscle shirt exposing the tattoos he get in the Marines. His cargo camouflage pants filled with some blood and dirt. Hands on his AK-47 he looks up at me.
    “I don’t know where they are.”
    A noise startles me and it is Pam coming from the room, I look at Pam and she gives me a sign to talk to Six. I roll my eyes and relax the tension on my spine. My shotgun still in hand and I place it on the floor calmly. I walk towards Six,
    “Look buddy, your family is smart. I’m pretty sure they are alive somewhere.”
    “Max shot my mom,” he says.
    “Okay,”—I nod. “I’m sure the rest I’m sure the rest are faring well.” 
                  Pam looks out the window, “Hey, the fog has grown a little thicker,” she says.
    I turned to her and nodded.
    “What are we going to do now?” asks Max.
    “I don’t know exactly,” I reply. 
    “C’mon guys, I mean, there has to be more survivors besides us. “We could go to certain places that people could think about as refuge and check them out” Pam suggested. 
                  “Like the Plaza Mall in McAllen, and the Wal-Mart in Weslaco?” I ask.
    “Oh that’s right remember the transmission earlier,” Pam points out. 
    “We’ve seen what happens when you get bitten by those things at least I have. You transform into one of them,” say Six.
    “You were in the military from what I heard?” asks Pam.
    “Yeah, I is a United States Marine,” replies Six. 
                  “What about you Joe?” she asks.
    As if all the blood drained from me, where I have worked, do I even remember? I’m still recovering from my amnesia.
    “Me, I can’t seem to recall only that I have experience with weapons and combat,” I reply.
    “What about you Max?” she asks.
    “Oh, I am a mechanic who worked at Weslaco Ford until this mess happened, and I is a car painter,” replies Max. 
                  “What about you?” I ask. “Well like I mentioned earlier, I is coming back from upstate, I went to the University of Texas and I had barely finished, get my major in coaching. I is coming back to see my family and my boyfriend,” she replies. 
    “So, do these monsters have some kind of name?” I ask.
    “Well the Marines had code names for them, SH (Super Human), but I call them Zombies,” he replies.
    “Zombies?” 
    “Catchy. Didn’t want to call the walking dead or something else,” I reply with a smile.
    “So what do we do now?” asks Max.
    “We should do what Pam suggested. We could search for other survivors and aide them.  It’s the right thing. We have a mechanic, Marine, amnesiac and a coach; the perfect combination” I reply.
    “We should go check on Moe and see what happened to him,” suggests Six. 
    “Good idea, another muscle in the team helps,” I agree.
    “Okay, so we’re going to check up on Moe?  Well let’s get to it guys,” ordered Pam.
      “All right team you heard the coach, it’s game time,” I reply and grab my shotgun again.
                  We board the H-1 and Blade boards as well. We drive out of the place and into the main highway. The fog now thicker than it is earlier. The H-1 has a nice gray touch to it on the inside, I didn’t want to