SURVIVAL OF FORDEREZ

FAKE BLOOD

I began researching zombies on my laptop while simultaneously laughing at Dr. Sandro's efforts to invent a zombie-inducing substance and a treatment for it. Whenever I read an article stating that a zombie outbreak would never occur due to the harsh realities of our lives, it always makes me laugh out loud. Turning off my laptop and wandering about the apartment, I let out a sigh of relief. I recognized the knock on the door as Sahara's. I instantly open the door for Dr. Sandro's granddaughter, who nearly faints as I grasp her hand.

“Why are you so irritated? How are you? Would you like a glass of water?” When she sat down, I placed water in the cup and handed it. When I was trying to pat her back, and she was doing her best to breathe, her mouth was trembling, which made me more worried that something horrible was about to happen to her. 

"Come on, are you all right?"

After muttering, "Yes, I am," Sahara's hand accidentally slipped out of her grip on the glass, and she dropped it on the floor, spilling water all over the floor and closing her eyes. I sigh and wonder if she's just exhausted because her job is a constant source of annoyance to her. I put the shattered glasses in the garbage after picking them up and tried to start my laptop again, but there was no signal. Wi-Fi access has been restricted.

"What in the world are you talking about?" As I cursed, I looked at Sahara, who was sleeping sweetly. Many people outside are rushing and driving away, but they're just getting late for work because it's eleven in the morning, and I check my phone's wifi connection, which shows a strong signal. Because it was likewise barred, I opted to let Lisa out of her apartment through the front door.

“Your WiFi connection has been obstructed, isn't it? I can't contact my mother.” Lisa asked, and I nodded. 

“Yes.” The reason for this intrigues me. My initial plan was to look for the problem with the cables, but everyone else lost their internet connections, and those who had worked on the internet got angry and started tossing their phones.

I open the door once more and pick up my phone from the table. I try to call my brother and mother, but they don't answer. Since my father is in Italy with a new family, I cannot make a video call. Even though Sahara has awoken, her other eyes are crimson, and she's smiling silly like she has no idea what's going on. However, she continues to weep and s

Search for something in the sink.

“Do you need that much of this?” Once again, I inquired, and I was frightened by the bursting of a vein on her cheeks. “What am I going to do without water? I'm starving!?" she shook her head as her lips became drier and drier as I pointed to the water in my plastic bottle.

"It's not the kind of water I was looking for! Red is the hue I desire!” In my panic, I threw the laptop at her and whacked her head with the chair three times, but she was still making cracking noises, and I ran away because I was holding the phone and couldn't call my family.

"Ahhh!" Suddenly, Lisa gave me a signal to run, and Sahara leaned her body against the wall with tears streaming down her face, apologizing. Because of the red in her eyes, she's half-human, half-zombie. Running, I clicked the bell on the doorbell, and Lisa was already making cracking noises as she ran alongside me.

"Run!" Lisa started chasing us and biting one of the people who lived in this flat. A Chinese man yelled. When the signal is all "x," it means they can't get a hold of me. The other sick zombie will pursue both the Chinese man and me. When the elevator door closed, the woman's head was chopped off, and the blood made me gulp.

“Yes, thank you.” There is no signal in the area, so I open my phone to see if I can get through to my brother, but I know it's futile because there is no signal. I see Mireille's number and try to dial it, but I know it's pointless because I can do nothing. After all, there is no signal.

"F-fuck, I was bitten.." With my eyes wide open after seeing the Chinese man murmur while clutching his neck and an explosion of blood vessels on his forehead, I swiftly clicked the door opener, but nothing occurred. His phone dropped to the floor as he tried to send a message declaring his love for his wife, but there was a guitar nearby.

After saying "I'm sorry," I proceeded to take the guitar and whack him in the face with it, resulting in his falling to the ground. When the door finally opened and everyone saw what I had done, the sweat dripped down my back and the blood-spattered across my face. I ran out of the building and tried to call a taxi, but no one came to pick me up. I kept going. Self-preservation is a priority for them.

To intimidate them, I pointed a gun that had no bullets at them, and they had no choice but to flee in terror. Because things had gotten out of hand and we couldn't reach our friends to ask for help, I hopped in the driver's seat and sped away, almost hitting several cars along the way. I don't want her to suffer because she's looking for help in a skirt and a bra on the street. I hit her with a car and continued to drive away in the corridor, never turning my back on her.

I tried everything I could think of to get the car moving again, but nothing worked. Zombies with red eyes can no longer try to open a car's windshield with their teeth and nails. As I depart the automobile, I sigh and think of Dr. Sandro, who did all of this. There is a lot of blood in the Dauvika mall as I continue to run on the newly widened road. All of the cars stopped, and some of them collided. My mind wanders back to Mireille. Before he turned into a zombie, the man dropped a bag. I took it and drove the bike that I spotted in the street.

In addition to my phone in my pocket, I also have a backpack on my back when I ride my bike. Lights have been extinguished in the Smith organization, and there is still no signal. That was due to John. When I think of what he did to Mireille, I picture him as a zombie. As I sigh, I notice that the lights in the surrounding buildings have been dimmed and that a Korean guy is being pursued by a zombie, who is using his native language to persuade the American zombie not to follow him.

"Wow, what a moron." And last, I've made it to the bridge that connects Ortegas with the rest of the city, whispering and shakily shaking my head. After I left my bike in the street and closed my eyes, I began to run on my own, and I was in desperate need of a drink, from an Orgetas village to our sleepy little town.

Someone is yelling and pleading for help from side by side, despite the silence. My mobile data signal has returned, as well as the ability to text someone. But the problem is that I no longer have enough data to send a message to my family, but I have a free phone call, so I dialed Mireille's number.

"Hello?" when I called her, she instantly answered. As soon as I heard her voice, my smile returned to my face amid danger. "What's the matter?" when she inquired, I overheard someone coughing behind her, so I assumed it was her best friend.

“There you are. There is no need to worry about me; I'm in my apartment.”

“In the meantime, Don't open your door, okay?” I warned her; she laughed softly. I know she'll think I'm crazy once more. "I'm sorry, but he'll be here in a few minutes. My door is always open for him.” There were a lot of zombies waiting for me when she mentioned her boyfriend, so I promptly ended the call. But it's not the main one, and the reporter can't put up a news item on television or online due to an out-of-band signal—Forderez city, where Sahara turns half-zombie.

Breathe and breathe to keep me from collapsing from exertion as I dashed back up the hallway. Other than this location, there is a sea on every other side. The Vevra Virus has made this location a no-go zone for Car, who rarely visits it. In other words, the virus that came out of the human brain is now causing the worm. Since the virus has been eradicated, we must prepare for the zombie apocalypse.

"Craw!" My ears hurt from the screams of zombies, but I refuse to give up and keep running. More than ten zombies had been poisoned in the center of the street when I switched my attention to the other side. I'm not sure if Sayeil, the woman who keeps courting me even though I'm not interested in her, likes me, but two zombies are chasing me, and I give them the go-ahead by waving my hands in the air. They followed me to the other side of the street, caught and hung from a tree.

"Fuck." when I returned to the street, I was surprised to discover another zombie and a human. When they detect the scent of human blood, they will not let up. She smiled at me and held an arrow, which she tucked behind her back for self-defense, but I observed that a zombie was approaching from behind her.

I despise Sayeil, and the facts of the matter won't alter save for a few things she did for me. Then, as we neared the end of the corridor, she quickly snatched my hand away from me. Three years ago, Sayeil admitted that she had a crush on me. Since I refused her, I haven't seen her again. However, things have changed.

"Nate, you're in big trouble. You're a brave soul, and my feelings haven't altered as a result of your actions.”

"Run! Please run!" I shook my head as she touched my cheeks and murmured, "But I can't leave.

Sayeil, you're wrong. I won't abandon you-" when she pushed me away, I couldn't complete what I was going to say.

"I told you to flee! I'll get back to you as soon as I can, I'll tell you!” The tears welled up in my eyes as I watched Sayeil cry for mercy, then turn her back on me and remove something from her pocket-a gun. "Make good on your promise and show up."

"Of course, I will!"