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The Zombie Catastrophe LAILA WILLIAM
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
The Zombie Catastrophe RONNIE CHRIS
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
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
The Zombie Catastrophe THE THING OUTSIDE
Deciding that they did not have so much to do except to leave the area, just in case whatever had eaten the zombie was still crawling about, they filled the radiator with some water and drove away from the point where they had stopped, only resting when the moon showed high in the sky.The next debate for Kevin and Max came over how they were to sleep inside of the van, though this was far more friendly.“You could either choose to put down the front passenger's seat and sleep in it, or leave me to lie in the back while you stay in the more uncomfortable front.” Max made his point, laughing.“No.” Kevin disagreed. “Then we put down both the driver's and the front passenger's seats and sleep in them?” “No. What if you roll over and cuddle me in your sleep?” Kevin refused with a smile on his face. “In fact, I suggest we play rock, paper, scissors to determine whose decision we are to follow.”They did, and Max won, which meant that they would put the two seats in the front down and li
The Zombie Catastrophe BY MORNING...
Not one of the two of them could sleep a wink for the rest of that night.The mouse had been horrible enough for them, and they remained quiet for the rest of the night, both dreading leaving the safety of the van, even if it was having a large slit in the roof while lying on its side. The former sleeping arrangements which a game of rock, paper, scissors, had settled now mattered less, because they were in odd, barely comfortable positions in an overturned van.They remained quiet for so long that even when the mouse had been gone for hours, they were still held under its spell, both too afraid to talk, and still yet amused that they had survived once again.Only Max mustered enough courage to speak when he saw the sky lighten up. “Kev?”“What?”“It's morning.”“I see it.”Max chuckled to himself, adjusting his body to recline better in the position of the car to free the blood trapped in his leg. “I might need a cigarette. I have to clear the image of that rat from my head.”“It wa
The Zombie Catastrophe AT THE BUNKER'S MOUTH
When Kevin brought the van to a stop after thirty minutes of driving, it was still early in the morning, the sun only hot enough to warm up Middlestown's emptiness.Max looked around in amazement, wondering where the bunker was. All along he had come expecting to see some tall, secure building, and not an old well with a wide area of damp sand around it sitting pretty while trees and shrubs stood around the edge, seemingly threatening.“Where is it?” He asked Kevin, who took out a pack of cigarettes for a smoke while sitting behind the steering wheel. “All I can see here is a well.”“There is no well.”“That thing there is Middlestown’s bunker?”“Yes. It is the bunker, and it is under the ground. I did tell you that it was an underground bunker, and you don't think that the people fighting the second world war would build anything that would stand high and welcoming if they wanted to escape fighter jets, don't you, Soldier?”“I get it now, Kev. I understand what you meant.”Kevin smil
The Zombie Catastrophe TWO AGAINST TWO
In front of Kevin and his chainsaw stood not one, but two of these zombies, the second even bigger than the first they had seen.“Hold them, Kevin.” Max yelled, before rushing out of the bunker to get to the van. His hands shook in anticipation and a malicious part of his mind suggested that he run away with the van and leave Kevin, but he shook his head, refusing to listen to that voice.He pulled the back of the van open, and there lay his intended RPG, which was thankfully multiple use. Taking a pair of earmuffs and two rounds, he loaded one in the canister, and ran forward with the other down the bunker stairs. There, he could see Kevin swinging at them with his chainsaw the way only a mad man would have, the first one reaching to grab Kevin with a rotting, slimy hand without success thanks to the Allfather's Technology, and the other one's tongue swinging about like a reptile, also trying to get a hold on Kevin. They could not touch him, but rather, were getting cuts on them fro
The Zombie Catastrophe THE NEW GIRL
It was at this point that Max remembered the boy they sent in. He managed to get to his feet and go there despite the way his body shook from the harrowing experience they had just been through, and surely enough, the lad was there, with his palms pressed against his ears and tears running down his cheeks as he lay curled up on the floor.Max was touched by the sight in that instant. He plopped to the ground near the boy and took him in his arms, holding him close. At first, their contact startled him, and he shuddered in response to this unexpected touch, but then the lad relaxed when he saw it was him.“You're fine now. They're both dead.” Max whispered. “Are you okay?”The lad nodded, but Max held on for a while.“Can you stand up, or are you okay?”Sure enough, the boy could, and then Max led him forward, only to run into Kevin, who seemed to have been coming to check on them. Kneeling before him, Kevin grabbed his arms and looked him straight in the eye, asking if he was okay.A
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THE BLAST
Two days later, there was breaking news on all the surviving stations.It ran:“PLANE CARRYING 119 HEADS OF STATE CRASHES INTO OCEAN, KILLING ALL ON BOARD.”This was news that threw much of the world into mourning, except for two men who stood on a balcony with glasses of wine as the setting sun sent orange ripples on the pool below them.“Cheers to you, General.” Malik laughed, raising his glass. “All your enemies are now dead, and the world is yours.”Rico laughed, slurping in his cup. “The world is ours, Malik. Not just mine.”The plan to make the world his had come while he made love to Lucia, precisely when he remembered the fact that all 119 leading men and women were lodged in one hotel. All that was left for him was to confirm if they were all going to return to their headquarters on the same flight, which was why he called Malik.The latter, being the faithful man he was, had soon made his way to Rico's apartment, where he found his General waiting. “Sit down, Malik.” Rico h
I DON'T FEEL TOO GOOD
His mother's words occupied so much of his thoughts that he was lost in his head, and so lost that he failed to hear whatever his mother said from then on, rushed a goodbye for his siblings, and even forgot for the first time in her living memory to give her a parting kiss on the forehead that had become custom with the duo.In his haste to get away, he brushed past all of them, and got back to his own house, where he lived alone with the exception of his stewards. Even so, the sounds they made while discharging their duties — which he would barely hear on his usual day — irritated him so much that he sent all of them back home while remaining by himself, sitting on the edge of his pool with a glass of wine in his hand as the cool water washed over his feet. When the glass was emptied of its contents, he stood and started to walk around the house in a daze, moving on an unmarked path that took him from the pool to the water fountain made of a statue of an angel, to the beautiful pine
HER WORDS
“We saw you on the TV, Uncle. Mamma made us watch it and the journalist said that you were a superhero.”“Really?” He asked the little girl, drawing out the last syllable even though deep within, he was unsurprised.“Yes, Uncle.”He smiled, thinking of the pay he would give to reward the soldier who had done it, Sergeant Malik. The man had one of the most cunning brains, helping him to record the session and ‘leaking’ it to the public. By now, it would be all over and hot like wildfire, with people moved by the video of him declaring his passion for the world, for what remained of humanity.The family members who had gathered to welcome him now moved away, each to his own business as he settled into the clean white sofa, with only Esmeralda to keep him company. The familiar sense of shame she made him feel had just hit him when he noticed that one person had not yet come to see him.“Where is Mama?”“She's asleep in her room.” She answered.“I should go see her,” General Rico muttered
WEARY MAN
When all departed, he remained alone in the silence.The shirt was back in place, adjusted neatly on his form, but he did not have the heart to say all the goodbyes, handshakes, and greetings that followed after such meetings… all the officiality and pretence towards diplomacy. Physically, mentally, emotionally — he was exhausted on all fronts, and he rested his head on the table.It wearied him that he had ended a war on one front that began another on himself. Where were the heads of state when himself and the army put themselves at risk to save everyone else. Now, they came to ask for power — which he had not taken, but had quite naturally drifted towards him as the hero of the war.He managed to get himself to stand and dragged himself to his car, half attentive to the salutes the soldiers who saw him gave, their bodies stretched to the maximum while their feet stomped hard enough on the earth beneath them to cause earthquakes. At the car, his chauffeur offered to drive him, but h
HIS REACTION
All was said and done, and they waited for his response.The 119 important pairs of eyes, and all the rest of those who were there. He felt his legs go weak, refusing to rise, but he would eventually cause them to, clenching a fist to the right side. Finding an excuse in the water — General Rico had never been a fan of drinking water, and was quick to boo in his thoughts when doctors advised it, but he took a hearty swallow then, followed by a deep breath.They were waiting, and he had to say something. The words he would say now would be immortal, remain after he was dead and gone, and be etched into the history books, if and when humanity found her feet and spread the beings that were her kind all over the face of the Earth again. When he said them, the words would have to be wise, worthy of being attributed to a wise and powerful leader. To him. And he knew that he wanted to be remembered as a great one. When his subject was taught in the history books, or made into biopics, or s
HOW DARE THEY?
There are men who know how to inspire dislike in the people who set their eyes upon them within moments, and without any effort, and the particularly thin man that stood up when the Head of State who had been speaking laid back in his seat was one of these.“Your Excellency, General Rico Stone,” he began, adjusting a large pair of glasses that appeared to weigh his face down. “And to all 119 Heads of State seated here at this august meeting… I salute.”General Rico now found himself more irritated by the man, forming an image of him in his head. These were the kind of men who acted high and mighty, who would wrinkle their noses at the sight of poorer people, and rather throw crumbs of bread at their dogs than at people who needed them. He did not like this man.“I, elected spokesperson of the newly created Union of Heads of States have come, as the lowly servant of theirs, to speak to you on a number of matters. Firstly, is the issue of the governments, and how all power seemingly res
THE TEARS THEY SHED
The most amusing thing about sex is that people are just as frightened of it as they are obsessed, especially people who are not supposed to be doing it. It is a touchy topic for them, one not to be spoken of in public, or even suggested at all.It was why ten-year-old Rico could not tell his parents of what Esmeralda had been doing, or who she was doing it with. Indeed, it was an absurd thing to do — what words could he use to express what he had seen, to speak of it to parents who hung their heads in so much misery that they barely saw anything beyond their noses.His courage failed him, and he spoke of it to no one.However, it sat in his mind all the time. Every time Esmeralda smiled at him, he could not help but think of how she felt about her secret activities. He remembered how she offered him a loaf of bread once and how he had refused, wondering which of the men it had come from and what she had done to get it.Sleep eluded him in those days, and he remained awake to see when
ESMERALDA
The doors swung open into the room where 119 heads of state were waiting for him. He raised his hand to his head in salute before going to the seat reserved for him, while his guards stood on either side of him, armed to the teeth with stern faces and guns.Even then, his mind returned to Jose.Where was he now? Was he alive or dead? Had he even made it past the end of that horrid year? Or had they even passed one another without knowing?He would never know.It was why his thoughts shifted to another sibling he knew, Esmeralda. She had been fourteen at the time, with pretty hair and eyes. He still remembered how her body had still been forming into a womanly shape at the time — things he was quick to look away from. Brothers could not look upon their sisters with that kind of desire.The problem was that other eyes did not turn away the way his did.In the face of disaster, nothing is ever the same, and nothing matters to the victims more than staying and feeling alive. Could General
ALL FIVE OF THEM
He marched in his military regalia to his villa, flanked on both sides by two armed men as they started on their way to the military headquarters, where he had demanded that they come to see him. They had asked that he come to the presidential villa of some other country, but he refused, presenting an imagined fear of a coup d’etat for his reason.The true reason was that General Rico wanted to hold onto power for a bit longer, and wished to delay the meeting for as long as he could. Life had changed so fast for him over the course of the war that he did not want to go back to the past, to the scarcity and poverty and hunger he had come from.Who would if they were in his shoes?He was born into a poor family, where his parents were farmers on a small farm. They had guarded that farm with their lives at the time, knowing that any problems with it would keep them hungry for a year, but there were things his parents and the five children which he was the third of were helpless before, t
