“They were going to die, anyway,” Julian Hernandez muttered to himself as he walked along the streets of Ioso. People were all over, speaking animatedly to each other without taking notice of the rough looking man in dirty clothes.He had been with them until their smell became unbearable for him. The smell of rot and death and the absence of life that brought worms. And the reactions of the governor and his retinue that came to see them reinforced the thought in his mind. He was not like them. His leg was the only affected thing. The rest had bites from head to toe.Again, he went into an alley and hid, pulling up the oversized trouser that covered where his bandage had been, but had since been lost. The grey was there, glaring back at him, and smelling. It had spread far beyond where the frog had bitten, the colour almost the length of his hand. He had no inclination in his heart to want to touch it, but he felt the need to, and felt no pain when he did. All that happened was that
The doctors now had newer things to talk about when they met again in Dr. Carrio's office.Calls to the families had been made, and they were well on their way. It was going to be hard to say the truth of how they were murdered.By now, Dr. Andres was coming to terms with the fact that Julian was indeed mad, as his senior colleague had so often proclaimed. With him lay their next problem. How to get him back to stop him from spreading the disease.And the third problem, seemingly the least and more of a new discovery, was the blood Julian had spilled. It was hard to call it blood with how it looked. Rather, it was like reddish-brown syrup, thick and viscous.There was a grave look on Dr. Carrio's face as he sat, looking at nothing in particular before him. “I do not see any reason to hide the truth from them. I really don't see why we are meeting just to discuss this. We say what happened, they cry, and then go to bury their dead, It's that easy.” Those were words that could only ha
If any of the security men were flabbergasted to see the World Commissioner for Health who was supposed to be happier and with a pay package high above theirs crying over a fall, they did nothing to show it.She was lifted to her feet and then led to her office, where she sank into her seat, weary. Her body was weak, and she was in no mood to lift a muscle. Somehow, she wanted to die and leave everything behind.The handle of her door turned, and in crept Gloria, a worried look on her face as she drew even closer. “What did you do?”“Nothing.” Dr. Elizabeth answered, her eyes simply gazing into space.“That wasn't the speech I gave you. You just said something different from a certain part.” “I know,” the doctor cried, frustrated. She had not even said anything different, or even done anything at all. Something stood in her place and with her image and had said the rest of it.Gloria was unrelenting, and she moved even closer, reaching to hold her lover's hand with a gentle touch as
Julian Hernandez's main concern was how to rid himself of the disease that threatened to turn him into a mindless corpse.Largely, no one took notice of him, and those who did stared at him for a long time. He could almost read their minds and hear the questions being thrown because of him — Who was he?Why did he look so haggard?Was he crazy?Of course, he was crazy enough, losing his mind over how best to rid himself of the virus and unable to get the fact that he was walking around with a leg that rotted even more with each breath he took.For most of the afternoon, he moved about endlessly and in terror, afraid that the police would be looking for him after his killing spree at the hospital, done out of necessity. There were protests in the streets of the city, and he kept away from places where people would see him, or even scarier, smell him.He continued like this, before going to rest under a bridge, tired. There, he pulled up the trouser and saw that the infection had gone
Moving on the sea, the ship named the Giant Waterdrop pushed her way through the waters in one smooth, sailing motion, leaving the white bubbles frothing in the water where she passed.Her captain stood alone on her first deck, staring into the darkness with pride. There was every reason for him to, as he was the captain of the world's biggest cruise ship, and one of the biggest ever built by mankind.“And keep us safer than the Titanic, my Lord,” He whispered, inhaling the sea breeze as he prayed. It was his usual prayer, which he believed had kept him safe through all his years as Captain.One of the staff captains came close, and he turned at the sound of the man's footsteps.“Anything for me, Larry?”“No, captain. I only wanted to get a feel of the wind up here, and half expected to meet you.”He nodded, continuing to stare into the darkness. “You could find anybody here. There are 4,102 other people on this ship besides us, and any one of them can be anywhere.”“Not you, Captain,
The Giant Waterdrop was not alone in her doomed voyage that night.The Neptune's Net, a fishing trawler, had half of her nineteen crewmen playing a game with a pack of cards, laughing and cursing. The other half were distributed about the trawler when her master made the call.Cheers rose from the men. They'd been at sea long enough, close to a month, and although many of them had come to love life at sea, home and the families that awaited them without rest still existed, waiting for them with open arms.The lights were switched on as the trawl was drawn in and the contents released into the fish hold, while a few of the men wore the gloves so they could start sorting out the fish by hand. It was no easy work, but it had to be done. One by one, they entered into the hold, and as soon as the first man put his foot in the water, the fish they caught all started to swim towards him.“The fish are in love with you today. What have you —”The question being asked was left off halfway, as
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
“Breaking news,” cried the journalist whose image and voice projected from the television early that morning at 5 AM. “News reports reaching us speak of a ‘Bermuda Catastrophe', which refers to some kind of mysterious activity that suggests the sea may have developed an appetite for ships and all forms of marine craft this night.”On and on he rambled about a potential holdup over the hours of the night that had brought some kind of chaos over the seas and sent the Universal Marine SOS Helpline into a standstill, with SOS calls issuing from practically every ship that had set sail, and even reports of some aeroplanes missing.“What is happening is yet to be ascertained, but it is our hope that morning will bring us the answers we need, and our loved ones as well.” The man finished, nodding his head in that professional way akin to journalists.Two men sat before the television in the lifeguard room, both of them professional lifeguards working on the Perania Beach, an expanse of land