[centre][h1][color=aba000]James Harris[/color][/h1][/centre]

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James felt like he was in a Grand Theft Auto game. He had to avoid all kinds of cars that were in his way, took shortcuts, but eventually he made his way to the neibourhood where he and his [url=http://media.rd.com/rd/images/rdc/mag0806/13-things-mechanic/13-things-mechanic-01-sl.jpg]uncle[/url], together with his cousin, Zach lived in. As he stopped the car in front of the garage, James noticed his uncle's wounded hand. [color=aba000]"Jesus Christ uncle! What happened?"[/color] He said as he took his uncle's arm looking at the wound. [color=a36209]"It's nothing! That maniac bit me! Stupid son of a bitch!"[/color] Cursed Dave as he let go of James's grip and got out of the car with James following him.

After the two men got in the house safe James noticed that his uncle was feeling more and more worse. [color=aba000]"You don't look so good! Let's treat that wound first before we do anything else. I'll go get some alcohol."[/color] Said James as he locked the door and went to the bathroom as his uncle sat on an armchair. About two minutes later James came back from the bathroom only to see his uncle up on his feet again and with his back turned against him. He then turned around revealing a pale grey skin and a deathlike face. In shock James dropped the bottle with rubbing alcohol and ran upstairs as his now undead uncle followed him. 

James ran into his uncle's room and went straight for the closet where his uncle kept his clothes...and his weapons. He grabbed the Mossberg shotgun that was lying on the wall just above the closet door and ran outside of the room, pointing the shotgun at his undead uncle who was in the hallway, heading towards him. [color=aba000]"I'm sorry uncle Dave! I love you!"[/color] Said James as tears started flowing from his eyes. In the next second he fired the Mossberg, hitting his uncle in the chest, making him fall on the floor. James pumped the shotgun, releasing the empty shell and loading a new one as he slowly made steps towards his uncle to check on him. He stopped halfway through though as he whitnessed, in shock, his uncle rising up on his feet again like nothing happened. 

[color=aba000]"What the.."[/color] Said James in shock as he aimed the shotgun to his uncle's head this time and fired again. This time killing him for good. With the shotgun pointed forward James headed to his uncle's dead body and thrusted the shotgun gently against his stomach to see if he reacts in any way. After he convinced himself that his uncle is truly dead, James took one more look at his uncle's dead body, filled with buckshot wounds to the chest and head, dropped the shotgun on the floor, fell on his knees, covered his mouth with his right hand as the tears continued to flow down from his eyes to his cheeks and going down his right hand. Then all of a sudden he starts wiping the tears off, grabs his smartphone, dials a number and puts it against his ear. 

[color=aba000]"Zach? Where the hell are you? You need to get home now!"[/color] Said James with a demanding tone. [color=0054a6]"Dude what on earth is going on? The whole city is going nuts, it's like i'm in a Resident Evil game."[/color] [color=aba000]"You need to get home now!"[/color] [color=0054a6]"Relax! I stole a motorcycle. I'll be there in a few minutes!"[/color]