The Zombie Catastrophe

EMPTINESS

Far away from the bunker, a military van containing two men was riding down Middlestown's deserted roads.

The only word that could have been used to describe Middlestown for both Kevin Santorini and Max Johnson as they ventured out that second day was the word dead. There was an unusual silence all over, except for the sound of their vehicle’s engine as it drove down the tarmac.

“Where do you think the helicopters evacuating everyone took them to?” Max asked all of a sudden, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

“I can't guess. Maybe they were taken out of the town?” Kevin answered, absent-minded.

“Maybe. They may also be somewhere within this town, because my best guess is that not one of us would be allowed outside so easily. We are the first town to be plagued with an incurable virus that turns us into zombies, and no one would want any of their citizens to catch it, no matter what. They would rather have us all dead.”

“The Middlestown Bunker.” Kevin suddenly blurted.

“Huh?” Max