Jake was bored. He had been working as a software engineer at Ansys for three years, and he felt like he had seen it all. He had simulated everything from fluid dynamics to structural mechanics, from electromagnetics to acoustics. He had helped countless clients optimize their designs and solve their engineering problems. But he wanted more. He wanted a challenge. He wanted excitement. He wanted adventure.
That's why he joined the Hackers Club, a secret group of Ansys employees who used their skills and access to create unauthorized and illegal simulations for fun. They had simulated wars, disasters, crimes, and fantasies. They had hacked into government databases, corporate networks, and military systems. They had created their own virtual reality world, where they could do anything they wanted without consequences.
But Jake wanted more. He wanted the ultimate simulation. He wanted to face the most terrifying and thrilling scenario imaginable. He wanted to survive a zombie apocalypse.
He had spent months working on his project, using Ansys to create realistic models of zombies, weapons, vehicles, buildings, and environments. He had programmed the zombies to behave according to various rules and parameters, such as speed, strength, intelligence, hunger, and infection. He had designed the weapons to have realistic physics and effects, such as recoil, accuracy, damage, and ammo. He had created the vehicles to have realistic performance and handling, such as speed, acceleration, braking, and fuel. He had modeled the buildings and environments to have realistic features and interactions, such as doors, windows, walls, floors, roofs, and objects. He had also added some random elements and surprises, such as weather, events, and encounters, to make the simulation more dynamic and unpredictable.
He had tested his simulation several times, tweaking and improving it until he was satisfied. He had also invited some of his fellow hackers to join him, promising them the most immersive and intense experience of their lives. They had agreed, eager to try his masterpiece.
They had chosen a night when they knew the security was lax and the building was empty. They had sneaked into the Ansys headquarters, where they had access to the most powerful computers and the most advanced VR equipment. They had plugged in their headsets, controllers, and suits, and entered the simulation.
They had chosen to start in a small town, where they had a car, some weapons, and some supplies. Their goal was to reach a military base, where they hoped to find a helicopter and escape. They had to avoid or fight the zombies, scavenge for resources, and cooperate with each other. They had also set the difficulty level to hard, meaning the zombies were faster, stronger, smarter, and more numerous. They wanted a challenge, after all.
They had been playing for an hour, and they had already faced many dangers and difficulties. They had lost their car, their ammo, and some of their supplies. They had also lost two of their teammates, who had been bitten and turned into zombies. They had to kill them, which was not easy, as they still looked and sounded like their friends. They had also encountered some other survivors, who were not friendly, and tried to rob them or kill them. They had to fight them, too, which was not easy, as they were also human.
They had reached the outskirts of the city, where they hoped to find another car, or at least a safe place to rest. They had been running and hiding for a while, and they were tired, hungry, thirsty, and scared. They had also lost contact with each other, as their radios had run out of battery. They had to find each other, and regroup.
Jake was alone, and he was scared. He had lost his gun, his knife, and his backpack. He had nothing but his clothes, his headset, and his controller. He had also lost his sense of direction, and he didn't know where he was. He had wandered into a dark alley, where he hoped to find a way out. He didn't.
He heard a growl behind him, and he turned around. He saw a zombie, and he froze. It was a woman, or it used to be. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pretty face. She was wearing a white dress, stained with blood. She looked familiar, and he realized why. She was his ex-girlfriend, Lisa. He had dated her for two years, and he had loved her. He had broken up with her six months ago, and he had regretted it. He had missed her, and he had wanted to see her again. He didn't.
She lunged at him, and he dodged. She grabbed his arm, and he pulled. She bit his shoulder, and he screamed. He felt a sharp pain, and a warm blood. He felt a cold numbness, and a dark fear. He knew he was infected, and he knew he was doomed. He pushed her away, and he ran. He ran out of the alley, and into the street. He saw more zombies, and he ran. He ran past cars, shops, and houses. He ran past people, alive and dead. He ran past his teammates, who saw him and called him. He ran past the military base, where he saw a helicopter and a fence. He ran past the exit, where he saw a button and a sign. He ran past everything, and he ran into nothing.
He collapsed, and he died. He died in the simulation, and he died in reality. He died of blood loss, and he died of shock. He died of infection, and he died of fear. He died alone, and he died in pain.
He died, and he woke up. He woke up in the Ansys headquarters, and he woke up in the real world. He woke up in his headset, and he woke up in his body. He woke up alive, and he woke up scared.
He looked around, and he saw his fellow hackers. They were also alive, and they were also scared. They had also died in the simulation, and they had also woken up in reality. They had also experienced the most immersive and intense experience of their lives, and they had also regretted it.
They looked at each other, and they said nothing. They said nothing, because they had nothing to say. They had nothing to say, because they had learned a lesson. They had learned a lesson, and they had learned it the hard way.
They had learned that some simulations are better left uncreated, and some experiences are better left untried. They had learned that some challenges are better left unaccepted, and some adventures are better left unexplored. They had learned that some fantasies are better left unrealized, and some realities are better left unchanged.
They had learned that some things are better left alone.```
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