Plague has begun - Edited

Before this all started I wasn't a cop. I wasn't overly athletic. Never played on any sports teams. I had never held a gun, other then a BB gun. In fact, I was an alcoholic. I high-functioning one, but an alcoholic none-the-less. Sure I always made it to work. My work didn't help prepare me though. I built cars in a factory, doing the same damn thing every single day. Sure I went to the gym a couple times a week and kept myself from getting too fat but by 6 p.m., every single day I had a drink in my hand. After a couple years of this, you realize you can't remember the last time you went to sleep, opposed to passing out.
That was before this though. Before the plague. That's basically what it is, though no one knows exactly how it started we have an idea. And we do know roughly what it is.
In 2003 the SARS virus was diagnosed for the first time and it spread quickly through the world. The general public was told after about a year the virus was under control and the public threat was gone. Secretly the Canadian government began trying to develop the SARS virus into a Bio-weapon to use in Afghanistan. The main symptom of SARS is acute respiratory disease (ARD) and it was thought if the disease could be engineered to react extremely fast after introduction to a population than self-terminate itself, the disease could be dropped on enemy soil, wipe-out hostiles then simply seize to exist. Than the “war on terror,” the Americans had started could finally end. It was one of those “for the Greater Good” schemes that most regular, ethical people don't agree with or believe in. The cowardly Canadian Prime Minister was swayed by the tough, give-em-hell Surgeon General to manufacture the virus.
During their experiments the SARS virus was successfully sped up.
That's when everything went to shit.
A young, brilliant doctor was recruited right out of Houston, Texas' Baylor College of Medicine and became part of the team trying to engineer the virus. Steven Kohn. His virology brilliance advanced the teams research and a new symptom was introduced. Severe loss of brain function. The virus sped up but it did not self-terminate like planned. Instead the virus grew stronger, the hormones used to speed up the virus forced some brain cells to began mitosis, but the “sister cells” were actually infected cells that were so strong they attached themselves to it's hosts normal brain cells, keeping the infected in a constant state of “distress” as the WHO would later describe it. This bizarre occurrence made the ARD so violently intense and prolonged the person, or subject, struggled to breath so fiercely that their brain hemorrhaged and their brain activity was severely lowered. The effects were irreversible.
The government and fellow doctors and scientists all thought this was beneficial because it decreased chances of any infected escaping if they could not coordinate themselves long enough to get away to another population.
Steven though realized the virus he was helping to create was too powerful, too deadly for any person or government to have such a weapon and he took action. He sneaked a vial of the deadly virus out of its HAZMAT controlled environment with the intent to show it to another government then destroy it. This would ensure another government believed him about the virus but could not use it themselves, to their own ends.
He was barely out of the bunker located 120 kilometres East of Toronto in a very small, rural town called Bewdley, when the alert went up and he was found by a guard.
He pleaded and begged and tried to reason with the guard to let him go but the guard would not budge, unable to differentiate right and wrong from following orders.
In a stroke of fate, or whatever you may want to call it, the guard struck Steve in the gut with his rifle butt to shut him up and completely smashed the vial in Steve's jack pocket. The guard realized what had happened and the need for self-preservation overruled his need to follow orders.
While Steve laid down on the ground with his hands behind his head, understanding he could not leave the facility infected, the guard took off fast. So fast that before the rest of the staff knew what had happened the guard had driven completely off the facilities grounds and was stopping at a nearby gas-station, the virus already becoming too strong for him to drive on.
He bit one man, who bit another and before it could be controlled the virus spread across Ontario.
Then North America. Then the entire Western world.
As the west fell safe-areas were set up overseas in Europe and Asia to continue testing and try to find a cure for the virus. The Canadian government admitted to creating the virus and Canadians were essentially blacklisted from every country that was still taking refugees from boats from the west.
In their search for a cure one infected man attacked a nurse and the virus was unleashed on the Eastern world.
At least that's what WHO told us. Who knows for sure. It's not like we have t.v. and radio anymore. Before we lost all contact the media had nicknamed the disease the Biter virus because infected tended to try and bite other people, the disease engineered to want to spread. The general public called the infected Zombies.
That was all about six years ago. Now here I am. Holed up in some shit-bag apartment building in downtown Toronto, trying to survive like everyone else.
Only difference is now I don't drink. And now I can shoot a gun. And now, I kill zombies.