"Croatoa was more than a weapon biological. More than a virus. It was the ultimate tool for the company by which the Mankind had fought with more passion and zeal than any other: his own annihilation.
During the war, biological weapons had been responsible for most casualties. With the dismantled nuclear weapons for decades, different powers designed pests found in a more appropriate alternative to their interests. Its effects were slow, horrific and indiscriminate, perfect to end his enemies and break their morale. The bloated bodies of the dead were piled up in hospitals, barracks and camps alike, while engineers from both sides worked continuously to synthesize antidotes and design new horrors that spread among his enemies.
Croatoa was the result of a technological race towards achieving the perfect weapon in trench warfare that had stagnated. Preliminary tests had a chilling success, and time was pressing. The fronts had been fragmented, and in each country a dozen wars taking place simultaneously. Colonization projects were almost completed, and the ships were priority. Many piers had been destroyed during the war, plunging their countries into the despair of a military defeat and existential. Those who still have the means to conquer the future for themselves smiling, but also lived with the fear of suffering a similar fate. In the chaos of total war, any day could be the last for those who could still look to the sky with ambition.
Over time, the war hit us us. Our geographic advantage that we had saved so many times in the past, did not help against super soldiers almost supernatural abilities, nor against the bacteria infecting laboratory enhanced the air we breathed and destroying our sources of food. In the end, the United States was so devastated as the rest of the world, and was bleeding hundreds of battles throughout the length and breadth of its territory. Little little more than fronts narrowed, strangling our leaders and people around the giant pier that had built near the capital. It was the largest, and so we knew, probably the single pier that remained intact in the West. But suffice to bring thousands to paradise, and all fought bravely to get a place in his crew. At the pier
had raised more powerful research centers in the country, and scientists there created the virus Croatoa, a body designed to damage every cell of its host, without resistance antigen, directly attacking to its genetic material. Endowed with the ability to spread through the air and with amazing potential for infection, could end up indiscriminately with the population of a small country within weeks. Synthesize a vaccine that is passed basic tests, and saved for an emergency. Not distributed among the population, they said, to ensure that would not fall into enemy hands.
The situation became critical when there was the biggest battle of our land had ever seen, at the gates of the city of Washington, where our armies and those of our enemies fought with a fury and fanaticism unparalleled in the shadow of the great vessels. We, desperate to protect our only hope, they, blinded by arrebatárnosla. The land was dyed red, the ground shook and endless refugee camps shook with fear. Meanwhile, in a luxurious room safe from the slaughter, a group of people with our fate in their hands made a decision. Did not cost them much. Pressed a button and released Croatoa.
At first, nothing happened. Then, thousands screamed in agony. Twisting through the streets, convulsing on the field, deformed by the hundreds of tumors that devoured them inside. Soldiers, civilians, men, women and children. All alike. Except them, of course. Those who were important, those with the power to push buttons and release the horror. Those with the power to command armies from the rear, to synthesize weapons from the safety of their laboratories. They would smile to safety, only inoculated with the vaccine existed.
However, they did not go as planned. The virus was unstable. The trials had not lasted long enough, and Croatoa mutated. Contact the extremely modified synthetic DNA guests began to produce unintended effects, and victims began to develop new and terrible mutations. Most died, turned into monsters reports, but some no. A few were transformed, changed into something inhuman, crazy monsters that began to destroy everything in its path. Creeping in the darkness to spread terror, with demonic looks like grotesque parodies of perfect people they were before.
But that's not what unnerved. Not to them, walking high above the sea of \u200b\u200bblood that had spilled. Not them, who had taken over all revolutions, which had been endorsed by all how much it had never existed, had written at the expense of all the pages of history. What unnerved, what really made him shudder of panic, was that no longer served its antidote nothing. They also have to suffer the ills that had been reserved for others. If there is some justice in the universe, if some kindly deity ensure us, they should have died like everyone else, writhing in the mud between the fire and ashes, or being devoured by the mutated monstrosities that they had created. And yet ...
First came the blinding light the battle fields.
The clamor of arms was drowned by a roar and then silence. The match ended in an instant.
all looked the wakes of ships amounting beyond the sky. Thousands of them worldwide. "
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