It was now the World Military's turn to dance to the music. This was a global threat meant to annihilate all life, and it became their duty to fight and keep the world safe from the zombies.The onus fell upon the highest ranking general in the world, General Pierre Antoine Emile to take control, and he was soon at the headquarters of the World Military with other high ranking generals and ministers of defence so they could plan their strategy.He was the last to go into the room, where a crowd of important men sat in a conference room, with a free podium for fun to mount. Thankfully, all journalists were kept out in this closed door meeting, and he began to speak.“We have gathered here because we are suffering from a global threat. Even as we speak, people are dying in the streets of every coastal area in the world. We need to muster a force and mount an attack as quickly as we can.”None said anything. They were just as terrified.The General had the projector on, and they started
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
The Allfather knew that his zombies were being attacked when the numbers started to drop all of a sudden. He had watched the numbers go up at a steady rate with how many zombies were added to the ranks every day with each attack, and now he was sure that he would end the human race with them.His counter gave an exact, real-time number of the zombies:1,889,432,007Composed of a billion sea animals, and a combined number of wild animals, birds, and humans, all moving without rest and covering near a hundred kilometres in a single day, attacking all before them and moving to the one point at the centre of the earth's geometric surface, where his room was.He had done so much to find this room, to build it, and to set up all of this for his goal to end the world. He had stolen the virus from Middlestown, modified it into a virus that would suit his purpose, and infected people with it for months. He could not let some people ruin all his hard work in moments. He could not even afford to
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
Gloria was the only one who stood at the tombstone as the rain fell in sheets around her, looking at the words engraved upon it.‘ELIZABETH MARGARET HOLSTER. 22ND JULY, 1975 — 5TH OCTOBER, 2024.FRIEND, AND SISTER.MAY ANGELS SING WHERE YOU ARE.’For the first time, Gloria regretted their relationship being a secret. There would probably have been a ‘lover’ in addition to the ‘friend and sister’ had anyone known about them. The guilt that hung over her head was thicker than sackcloth. To see Dr. Elizabeth Holster hanging dead from the ceiling, and to hear the doctor say that she'd been dead for as long as a day could only mean that she had committed suicide out of grief. She had also left no note, so that the only proof of suicide was the fact that no one had broken into the house, and it had been locked from the outside.Only she, Grace, knew why Dr. Elizabeth Holster had died.The Allfather had done much to ruin her, to ruin the both of them. They would still be together and happy
Life in the bunker was not so bad for any of the five inmates within. In fact, the place became its own little ecosystem, locking them in from the world.The only time the problem started was when the supplies that Max and Kevin had gathered in the van were coming to an end. At first, they had lived like kings, eating merrily to get themselves out of their misery. The more time went past, the more meals started to become more spare — less stacked, less flavoured, and even less coloured.Then came the day that the final bag of flour was torn open.Default had made Laila the group chef. Ronnie was no good at cooking, and so was Sandra. Max always cooked coarse food, acceptable and digestible to no one but himself, and Kevin always seemed to make his food too spicy or too salty — it was almost always one, and also only tasty to himself.Until Layla put on her magic gloves and cooked the best meal they'd had since zombies ran the town riot. After it, no one debated that she was the best,
Kevin was the man behind the steering this time, while Max chartered away.“It's all your fault man. I escaped alone and found refuge in your kitchen. You found me, saved me from a zombie, and we could have been the best brothers ever. Now we're parents with three children.” Max groaned.“Well… you love them, don't you?” Kevin asked.“That's the weird part. I never used to like people, but now I love them so much it feels weird when we're without them. I'm glad we are surviving with them.”“Me too.”“Have you noticed that Layla likes you?”A guttural laugh escaped Kevin's chest. “Of course. She's got to. With the way you treat her, she's bound to gravitate to someone a little kinder.”“No. She really does like you. She's got feelings for you.”The laugh slowly died out. “What makes you think so? She's just really friendly, and that's all. After all, she's seventeen.”“Seventeen and a human. A girl.”“Why are we even talking about this?”“Because I see it. She embraced you yesterday, a
Max only stood and watched the duo, not knowing what to say.For him, it seemed as though Kevin was struck by how pretty Pearl looked. Even for him, he almost could not believe that a woman so magnificent was here with them in an abandoned Middlestown, but his friend was moving in to speak to her so quickly and smoothly, like a seasoned Casanova would, that there was hardly any time to warn him to be careful as she was a stranger unknown.“So you're somehow riding a bike through an abandoned wasteland like this, Pearl?” He asked, going to lend his scrutinising voice to the conversation. It was not the fairest description for the place, as at least bushes could still grow all over, but without humans, it was still a wasteland.“You think I'm a zombie? Like those horrid, disgusting things?” She asked, turning a pair of beautiful blue eyes upon him.“You thought we WERE zombies. It's fair to return the favour.” He said, laying emphasis on the ‘were’.“Max,” Kevin spoke quickly, pulling o