Annie Lewis had spent all her time in the bunker a broken woman, only held together by the thin hope that somewhere amongst the three thousand people in this bunker was her husband and their three month old child, Nico. She was so focused on this hope that she held her daughter, Angela close in her arms, refusing to let go as though she was afraid to. The only member of her small family she could still see, she was so afraid of losing her daughter, and she strove to keep her close while battling with the voice in her head that told her that her husband and Nico never made it out of their house alive, refusing to believe it. Her daughter was breaking her too. The girl's eyes seemed to pierce into her soul when she gazed into them, as though she could see what her mother was thinking about. Together, they cried, but what Annie did not know was that her daughter cried for a much different reason than she did. It was only when she saw both her daughter's legs the next morning when t
Only a lone man stood witness to the horrible scene.It was Doctor Robertson, and he had seen every single thing.He had been unable to fall asleep as the fact that he could not reach those he left behind in the institute building still pricked him and made him restless. The thought that some kind of harm had befallen them weighed heavy on his mind, and it kept him awake when most of the people in the bunker were sound asleep.He had tried to reach all three men as much as a hundred times to no avail, so he rose up to occupy himself, trying not to allay his fears to anyone else, not even those on his team who had gone with him. Despite the coolness of the bunker, he still felt the sweat on his skin.Feeling the need to move about, at least to do something to occupy himself, he paced for about thirty minutes, first admiring how bright the lights in the bunker were, powered by solar panels outside. Thankfully, his wonder over the lights were able to distract him from his troubled though
That was how Middlestown woke up to something far worse than the horrors they were hiding in the bunker from.The thing that had been Angela Lewis swallowed the other half of her mother, and then moved to another patient in the Quarantine Room, a middle-aged woman who had not yet mutated but was only arching her back. It did not hesitate to devour that one with the same predator's instinct that had moved her to swallow Annie Lewis as prey. Worse, another man who had been bitten and given the vaccine was now twisting where he lay and growing in size, his bones moving under his skin the same way it had with Angela. Increasing until he completed his morphing into a hideous, rotting zombie, he was worse, being the size of a truck and almost twice the size of the first one.The horrified doctor turned to run off but only fell because of how his body shook, never being more confused in his life. Now that the solution had only helped to compound the problem, what was he to do?Other people
The slightly-less-than three thousand souls within the bunker were faced with the hardest choice they would ever have to make at that point.They had come into the bunker running away from zombies on the prowl in their numbers, and it had offered safety for them until the so-called vaccine they had gotten to curb the virus rather turned the bitten victims among them into mutant zombies worse than what they had come in to escape.It was a dilemma over which was better for them to face. The five, big creatures here in a locked bunker, or the thousands that roamed all over their city.And different people made different choices with regards to this.No one knew who, but somebody opened the main door, deciding they had a better chance outside, and those who could flooded towards it in an instant, running into the starless night. That did not go without consequences, as several people fell to the ground and were trampled to death, everyone in too much of a haste to notice their pained crie
Stefan Kingsley had been a popular athlete in high school, winning several local races with shiny gold medals and coming out of several marathons in the top five, but all that had not stopped other people from outrunning him in a bid to get out of the bunker.A student away from the rest of his family living far off in another city, he had survived because he could outrun the zombies, and an old woman watching from her window rushed to open her door for him to get in as he ran from the walking corpses that followed him.The morning had begun for him with an early jog as was his daily routine, until everyone began to run helter skelter. Still, he stood still, confused, until his eyes saw two of those horrifying, walking corpses coming straight for him.Nothing could have kept him standing still after seeing that, and he ran off at top speed, with them rushing after him. Still, they had been gaining on him and he was losing hope, until he saw an open door and a woman screaming “Run in h
Not everyone had been as unlucky as Stefan Kingsley, however.For Laila William, she did not need to do much. With everyone shoving and pushing in an attempt to be anywhere but close to those things — those former, fellow residents of Middlestown turned into devouring beasts, she found it easier to let herself be pushed towards the underground bunker's entrance, instead of pushing herself and losing her energy.As everyone around her shoved and pushed, she was only careful to keep herself breathing properly and to not fall, and although it broke her to do so, she found herself stepping on fallen people to keep her head up above the smell of stale sweat and unwashed bodies that filled her nostrils.Soon, she was outside, in a freer place for her to breathe, and she began to run as fast as her legs would carry her, wanting to be anywhere but near those things.On and on she ran into the darkness, until she rushed into a thicket and finally, stumbled upon a stone. Her body crashed into a
While there were people who got out of the bunker without as much as a scratch, there were still those who made it out barely alive, others who survived by hiding in the bunker, and scores more that never made it out.Among all these was one particular, special one.It was fourteen-year-old Ronnie Chris.He had been riding his bicycle on that peaceful morning, unaware that his world was about to be turned upside down when he first set eyes on the walking corpses, and although his entire body shook in fright, he still managed to cycle his way past the several that came after him. He would even have escaped if he had seen the one that stood waiting for him in front in enough time to swerve past it.He did not, only seeing it so late he crashed into it, and together, they fell in the street. He picked himself up and ran as fast as his legs would carry him, yelling for his mother to save him out of instinct as they went after him in their numbers and without stopping.Ronnie's will wanted
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