Tre-Du'un ran through the thickening crowds of Infected, carrying the young girl slung over his shoulder. A girl her age shouldn't have to see anything like this, Tre-Du'un thought.
It was the first sign of the Infection exposed to humans, and Tre-Du'un was the first Trenestrian who dared to venture above their underground strongholds and expose himself to humans. He had done so to ward off the Infection from the human race.
His attempts were unsuccessful, as it had already infected 23% of the people on Manhattan Island. All humans he saw were infected so far... except one.
This young girl was on the ledge of a catwalk, kicking Infected off of the ledge and into the streets. She hadn't been bitten by an infected Trenestrian, Tre-Du'un thought. She was about at the age of twelve or thirteen, with red hair that concealed her eyes and most of her face. She had been knocked out and nearly overrun by Infected, but Tre-Du'un had saved her with the power of Dee Suum, the Trenestrian god's, voice. He had screamed "Rhe'eel! Varhiin Regtonil!" This religious power allowed him to knock out all Infected around him for a while. It lasted, though, not as long as expected, only giving him time to swing the girl over his shoulder and jump down to the street.
Tre-Du'un would have bring this girl to a human military base. After pummeling his way through crowds of Infected, Tre-Du'un came to the quarantine line; a military base. The crowds of zombies got thinner, until none were left and Tre-Du'un could see armed men shooting at zombies. They saw Tre-Du'un and understood he wasn't undead, but they could see something different in his eyes, the only part of his face showing.
They beckoned him over. Tre-Du'un jumped the barriers, and put the girl down.
"State your name and your business," An officer commanded to Tre-Du'un.
"I am Spehnshah," Tre-Du'un said. That word meant "Demigod" in the Trenestrian's language, but it was close to the human name Spencer, which was his name to the humans from now on.
Alice was born on May 4th, 1997, into a poor military family. She tried not to remember them, for she had been abandoned in New York City in the year 2009. She had, albeit difficult living conditions, survived on her own in an abandoned apartment. She had no friends and no education. For food, she would use her sneaking skills to steal food from supermarkets. She drank from the faucet in the abandoned apartment bathroom.
Of course, room service would often check the water for leaks since no one ever rented out the room. They entered to find nothing. Lights out, not a thing out of place, beds made up, and not a soul in sight. Alice would hide on the ceiling of the closet.
In 2010, her horrible life was interrupted by a new challenger: Undead.
The Infection of Manhattan Island began on the northern end, which she was living in and, naturally, her hotel was overrun by Infected. She had used her streets smarts and natural skills to evade and fight the zombies, but had soon been overrun herself. An unknown savior had come to her aid.
This was the reptilian Trenestrian she would come to know as Spencer. The word Spencer had called himself was "Spehnshah," meaning "Demigod" in the Trenestrian tongue. The military personnel had mistake the name for "Spencer," and called him that from then on. Spencer never said anything about it, though.
His real name was Tre-Du'un, meaning "Gifted" in the Trenestrian language.
Tre-Du'un surely was that - a gifted hero of the Trenestrians. When he was born, he had a single red scale on his forehead, surrounded by green scales; In Trenestrian religion, this means that he is destined to save the Trenestrian race from the Varhiin disease, which humans know as the Infection.
Spencer would raise Alice not as her overseer, but as a friend.
The following passage is an excerpt from the prerelease of Infused and may not appear in future versions.
"So, they're zombies?" Alice asked Percy once again.
"Dammit, girl! They're not 'zombies'! They're innocent civilians who've been subject to a disease those... things brought to the surface. They coulda just stayed down there and kept their damned germs to themselves. You're friends one of the idiots. Well, not as bad as the rest of them. But still a freakish lizard-man."
"He saved my life!" Alice screamed, standing up on the pavement. She stormed off into the military base, throwing off the riot helmet she had been wearing, cracking the "bulletproof" glass in the process.
Percy was astonished. His mouth hung open, but nobody could tell that by looking at the rag covering his mouth. Alice was never really strong. But, even a strong Trenestrian couldn't break military-grade bulletproof glass by force.
Alice was definitely gifted. No sixteen year old girl could show a feat of strength like that, Percy thought. Percy, being the inactive soldier he was, refused to move and investigate Alice's actions.
Something surprised him, however. He heard a shriek - not a shriek from outside, coming from the dying Infected, as he was used to, but a shriek fromk inside the base, followed by a sound of flesh hitting flesh.
He recognized the shriek as Alice's and quickly reloaded his AK-47, and discarded the clip among cigarette butts.