Post by Liquid Snake on Jan 8, 2011 23:24:33 GMT -5
Herbs and roots and other so called new age cures were becoming quite popular these days. Most of it was just marketing scams, religious dribble and garbage preached by pseudo intellectuals. Of course, a great deal of medicines could trace their origins back to home remedies and natural cures. Even today, not everything on the pharmacy shelves were completely synthetically manufactured.
So maybe it should come as no surprise to find that a real treatment for zombie bites and the spread of the dreaded T-virus came from herbs. Strange herbs, which S-Mart had classified into color coded categories of green, blue and red. Needless to say, once a treatment was developed, S-Mart wasted no time in releasing it to the public.
But it was odd. Although they developed this formula, they didn't file a patent on it. In fact, they made the formula readily and easily available for anyone to duplicate. It spread like wildfire. Finally, a way to prevent the spread of the T-virus. A first aid spray administered immediately to the infected area, say a bite mark or scratch. No longer was the only treatment a bullet to the brain. And with this, the tide began to shift. Zombie outbreaks began to grew less and less frequent. Their numbers began to thin.
Finally, victory was in sight.
And the profits and reputation of S-Mart soared. The company could've went into virtually any market now and buy out any and all competition. But they didn't. They didn't for the same reason that they didn't file a patent on their zombie away spray. And it kept everyone in the company scratching their heads. Indeed, even the higher ups didn't know what was going on. Everyone was in the dark.
All but two people, one of them standing at the top floor of the corporate headquarters, gazing out at the city below. He wore a black leisure suit, his long, blonde hair tied back into a pony tail and his eyes hidden by dark shades.
His intention was never to earn a profit, the reason he never had his company file for a patent. His intention was to end the zombie threat and return things to as they once were. Humans, his favorite pray. They had goals, fantasies, feelings and loved ones. Zombies had none of these and therefore were no fun. But they did pose a threat to humans, and that simply could not be allowed. In order for war, as it should be fought, to ever exist again, zombies must become a thing of the past.
And they would, soon. With their treatment for their bites and scratches flooding the market, it was only a matter of time. And no one suspected that the seemingly righteous act of not filing for a patent, allowing other companies to copy their formula, was no selfless act at all. It was merely to bring about the end of the zombie menace ASAP so that humans could go back to killing other humans, not the undead. As it should be....
So maybe it should come as no surprise to find that a real treatment for zombie bites and the spread of the dreaded T-virus came from herbs. Strange herbs, which S-Mart had classified into color coded categories of green, blue and red. Needless to say, once a treatment was developed, S-Mart wasted no time in releasing it to the public.
But it was odd. Although they developed this formula, they didn't file a patent on it. In fact, they made the formula readily and easily available for anyone to duplicate. It spread like wildfire. Finally, a way to prevent the spread of the T-virus. A first aid spray administered immediately to the infected area, say a bite mark or scratch. No longer was the only treatment a bullet to the brain. And with this, the tide began to shift. Zombie outbreaks began to grew less and less frequent. Their numbers began to thin.
Finally, victory was in sight.
And the profits and reputation of S-Mart soared. The company could've went into virtually any market now and buy out any and all competition. But they didn't. They didn't for the same reason that they didn't file a patent on their zombie away spray. And it kept everyone in the company scratching their heads. Indeed, even the higher ups didn't know what was going on. Everyone was in the dark.
All but two people, one of them standing at the top floor of the corporate headquarters, gazing out at the city below. He wore a black leisure suit, his long, blonde hair tied back into a pony tail and his eyes hidden by dark shades.
His intention was never to earn a profit, the reason he never had his company file for a patent. His intention was to end the zombie threat and return things to as they once were. Humans, his favorite pray. They had goals, fantasies, feelings and loved ones. Zombies had none of these and therefore were no fun. But they did pose a threat to humans, and that simply could not be allowed. In order for war, as it should be fought, to ever exist again, zombies must become a thing of the past.
And they would, soon. With their treatment for their bites and scratches flooding the market, it was only a matter of time. And no one suspected that the seemingly righteous act of not filing for a patent, allowing other companies to copy their formula, was no selfless act at all. It was merely to bring about the end of the zombie menace ASAP so that humans could go back to killing other humans, not the undead. As it should be....
