Despite a thirty-minute advance warning, there were still those caught unawares when the zombies came in.They were those sitting in a traffic jam, convinced that being locked in their cars could protect them, and those still stealing from the supermarkets, trying to get their hands on whatever they could at the dying minute. There were those who had no idea of how short a period of time thirty minutes actually was, who had convinced themselves that they still had time, and others who still did not believe that the zombies were actually real. Then there was finally, those who thought that it would be fun to have a live encounter with these creatures.They rushed in, and one man stood shooting at the one horned bull zombie that ran towards him with a large chunk of its neck bitten off, so that bones and cords were hung from the hole where the neck met the shoulders. All the bullets seemed to have no effect as he shot until it gored him, throwing him up into the air and moving off. He w
Apart from these, a group of three zombies walked on until they reached the edge of the River Mistri, the closest source of natural water to Middlestown.Without hesitation, they walked in, their heads disappearing under the water, without even a bubble to show that they'd gone in. Now fully submerged under, they swam well, and moved through the water with the ease of fish.On and on they went, with little bits of them escaping into the water, quickly being eaten by the small fish they came across but encountering nothing big until a crocodile lying in the mud bed felt the waves from their swimming. With amazing speed, the giant reptile came behind them, and with one powerful bite, grabbed one of them, pulling it down back into the mud bed. There was no yell, no cry, nothing to show that a successful predatory hunt had just happened.The remaining two continued to swim for as long as four days, not once stopping for a break or returning to land before reaching the point where the rive
The place named Ioso was quite popular for the lake it was named after, Lake Ioso, despite being a small town. The lake was known for its biodiversity and peaceful atmosphere for fishing, and it was exactly what Julian Hernandez was seeking when he met the unfortunate incident that sent him running wounded to the Santa Maria Hospital.The doctor who heard him give this account, Dr. Andres was sure that the Q-21 virus plaguing Middlestown and her unlucky neighbour Heavenlin had found its way fifteen thousand kilometres around the earth to their beloved Ioso, and he did not keep this fear within him, but rather gathered all the doctors on duty at the Santa Maria Hospital that Saturday morning.“We are in trouble.” He started, looking at the faces of the three other senior doctors who all wanted to be elsewhere, the whiteness of the room and the light within glinting off their faces. “That man… Julian…”“Is mentally unstable.” One of his listeners, Dr. Carrio, the Head Doctor of the hosp
Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Carrio breezed into Dr. Andres's office, where the younger man had just settled in after giving the orders he thought necessary.“And what do you think you're doing, young man?”“I'm sorry sir,” Dr. Andres rose up to accord the man the respect he desired, not so much as deserved. “You should understand that this is a virus which spreads fast, and something has to be done.”“Now that you have them in one ward, what is your next step?”This was the part the younger medical practitioner hadn't thought of, but he managed to make something up on the spot. “We quarantine them.” “And?”“Figure out a way to combat the disease. Find a cure. Watch the symptoms. Anything that gets those three men in there back to their normal lives.”Dr. Andres liked his answers. They made a lot of sense to him as he said them.“And you want to do it here?”“What would you rather have us do, Doctor.”“Euthanize them.” Dr. Carrio answered, his voice cold and unfeeling as he said the wo
Ioso's governor, Higuain Juan, was a ruthless man.It was right for Dr. Luis to follow him with fear in his heart as a small group of men marched into the Santa Maria Hospital with the governor in the lead, and himself closely behind.“I see that Jose communicated my message to you properly.” The governor said, his voice low as the doctors and nurses gathered to meet them, all bowing their heads in reverence.Dr. Luis was also in a similar pose to theirs when he spoke. “He did.” “Good. Are the speeches ready?”He raised his briefcase to show the governor, who nodded in satisfaction, affording the doctor a moment to breathe. Inside that briefcase were the sheets of paper keeping him alive, and the only reason he was alive was because he was to be used as a smokescreen. If he refused to do this, thugs would have been sent after him, with the result being his disappearance for a few days and a lucky, quiet resurgence with less weight and more injuries than before, or more unfortunately
With members of the press sitting down on seats that filled the room while holding several cameras and microphones, Dr. Luis Rizzi felt his chest constrict. There were only three people left of the seven he had been with earlier, and these were sitting behind him. Painfully, he looked at their faces, noting how the governor's and Jose Mateo's faces were not among them. One of them shot him a stern look he felt the glare of despite the sunglasses covering his eyes, and before he could turn away, the man pulled up the side of his suit. There was no mistaking the black outline of that gun as it pressed against the white undershirt, waiting for him to do something stupid.He turned back, pulled out a white handkerchief and mopped his face before mounting the podium with the papers in his hand, everything directed at him from the microphones to the eyes of the waiting journalists. Then, he put on his reading glasses and started to speak.The greetings and genuine wishes to the people of I
Dr. Elizabeth Holster, the World Commissioner for Health, was a woman who had been living in terror for the past two months. Every day, she replayed videos from Middlestown and Heavenlin, convincing herself that all of it wasn't real, and even if it was, it wasn't a health issue, and her sector had nothing to do with it. It had to do with security.At first, it was a Middlestown problem, and she only felt pity for the inhabitants of that poor town, praying never to suffer such fate. Beyond the protests that resulted, both on various streets and on social media platforms, a few public prayers by religious leaders, calls by big celebrities and the locking of the borders by the neighbouring towns that caused its own controversy, no one seemed to care too much. Then, it crushed Heavenlin, and drew more attention.It was at that point that the calls began to come in, asking her to do something to solve a problem whose solution she had no clue of. She had even long disposed of her phone, t
“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