The Allfather was looking at his screen, proud of how far he had come.He had announced himself to the world with the help he coerced from the World Commissioner for Health, to let them know that there was someone known as the Allfather, that he was coming and that they were all going to feel it, knowing it was him. He was so close to wiping humanity, and purging the Earth of these ridiculous, strangely intelligent, four limbed beings.All that would remain would be the preselected members of his special race whom he had taken the pains to program genetically, so that they would remain unharmed even when attacked by the zombies. For the first time in long, his mind went to them. They were represented by purple dots, largely unnoticed by him over how few they were on the screen, well outdone by the red that indicated the zombies. His eyes went to Middlestown, which had long been turned into a desert area without a single human or zombie, and there he could count three, still in the ve

Phil was the first to get in, and he locked the door so quickly that Aaron, who was only a few paces behind, hit uselessly against the hard wooden door.“OPEN THE DOOR. OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR.” Aaron cried, panicking as his fists drummed against the barrier that stood between him and safety, even if for a few minutes.The door had still not opened, and he dared to turn and look at whatever was coming from behind, his heart thumping in his chest. They were drawing even closer, and the sheer number stunned him — so many that every inch of the beach was lined with them. He could also see what they were with the rising sun : octopuses larger than anything he had seen, giant sea worms that looked like mighty tubes with teeth on one end squiggling through the sands, jellyfish whose size were also terrifying, eels squiggling their way on the sand and humans, if they could be called humans, when they were better fit to be called zombie men from the sea.He did not wait for Phil to open the doo

Aaron remained where he lay as they drew closer. They seemed to fill everything and everywhere as they moved inwards and even further into land from the sea they came from. As they moved, the sea animals infected by the virus made no sound to alert him that they were coming — only the human zombies did that, and his attempt to run and get away before they reach him could only carry him a few steps further before he fell into the sand once more, defeated.He would have tried to move again had four fingers not curled around his foot to pull him, and when he felt even more hands on him, the tears ran down his face as his pleading fingers dug uselessly into the sand. He gathered the courage to look at what was pulling him, and there was the now familiar, rotting face of a zombie as it screamed at him.His entire body pulsed as he screamed back as if in response, until there were so many grasping at him. At last, he felt it. The pain of teeth going in his neck.It burned him so much that

Those twenty-four hours were a crucial time for any people escaping the zombies. Governments sent aid to help in clearing those who remained, as many were unlucky to have been reached by the zombies first.It was an affair that could not be helped much, especially in situations where the choice was hard. Sometimes, the helicopters and planes got so full that some people had to be left behind to the mercy of the approaching zombies, and others were too slow to get to the waiting aid. There were even more pathetic situations, like one where the two waiting aeroplanes were only yards away from the zombies and the people rushing for help. Pilots of both vehicles decided to wait for the people to get in, until one got so full and waited so long that even the zombies started to climb in. Nothing matched the terror that those already in felt the aircraft refused to move, suffering a technical fault at the wrong time.Finding themselves trapped within an unmoving plane already being attacked

Of the six jet bombers, only three returned.Squadron Leader Henry was the first to land, jumping out of his plane the very moment he landed and taking out his co-pilot, Mary, who had fainted during the operation out of sheer fright. The ground medical operation rushed to take her in just as the other two landed, all of the pilots safe, but shaken by the experience.The other three bomber jets had been lost to the zombies, where the zombie vultures would crowd around the jet, clouding visibility and letting themselves be sucked into the engines. Pointers 3, 6 and 2 crashed in this manner, killing all pilots onboard, and all the staff and officers of the Air Force base all agreed on one thing.The first attempt of Operation Vulture Strike was a failure.The next meeting convened by General Pierre Antoine Emile had fewer people in attendance, as a large number of those at the previous decided that it was useless to fight against the zombies, and the best option was to wait for death to