Before him was a wall lined with computers.“So, these all work?” he asked. The excitement tightened his chest so much he was barely able to get the words out.Paul was busy messing around behind one of the computers. “No, just this one,” he answered, nonchalant, completely oblivious to Gabriel ’s demeanor.“Oh,” responded Gabriel , his heart and shoulders immediately sinking.With a flicker and hum the screen to the computer Paul had been working on sprang to life. “Excellent,” he muttered to himself as he sat down in the nearest chair. Then, to Gabriel , he said, “I didn’t want to use up too much power at once by letting a bunch of computers I didn’t need run all at once.”“Yes, that would be awful.” Gabriel ’s voice was flat and emotionless, as though he were no longer able to work up the energy to be expressive.Paul’s fingers blazed across the keyboard in clearly familiar patterns. The computer beeped some noises as it loaded up the operating system. “Here, come take a look at th
The door had a thick metal handle and no lock. It had no window or door jam, but instead smoothly slid into the wall with only the slightest of seams to give away that it was even there at all. Even with the metal handle, it was almost invisible.Jay pulled on the handle, but the door did not budge. On the wall next to the door was a panel that looked like a key card reader. On the reader was a small, red light. It was dim, almost imperceptible, but it was definitely glowing. Jay rubbed his finger across its surface. The light being on meant there was power running to the door. Which meant whatever was beyond the door Paul had considered important enough to make sure he would continue to have access to it. He also considered it important enough to block access to everyone else, since he could’ve left the power off and the door open or at least unlocked. This, he knew instinctively, was the secret Paul was hiding. This was the mystery Jay had sensed since they first arrived.If only he
With a new wave of excitement he began running around back to the locked rooms, peering inside through any windows, hoping to see if there was some indication of a devastating secret. Something, anything, that would make Paul’s warning seem rational. Most of the rooms were still dark. Of the ones he could see inside, all the rooms were empty. A couple looked badly trashed, with some dried blood splatters on the walls and chairs and tables upturned. One had a light fixture hanging loose from the ceiling on a single cable, its light occasionally flickering like lightning. But nothing good, nothing he had not really already seen upstairs.His fear of disappointment washed over him again. It didn’t make much sense to him that Paul would go through all this effort to keep these secrets, and then there would be nothing to him. Maybe he had been telling the truth. Maybe behind these locked doors, there were only dangerous diseases that Jay had risked letting loose on the world. Maybe Gabriel
“It’s bullshit!” Jay shot back, finally recovered enough to speak properly. “It’s all bullshit. Everything Paul said. He’s a lying, backstabbing, no-good son of a…”Jay stopped himself and glanced around, seeming to realize for the first time that there were other people there.“Look, just come with me,” he finished, almost meekly.“Fine,” Robert agreed, just wanting to get this over with. “Lead the way.”Jay had not intended for anyone other than Robert to come, but the whole group, enveloped by their own curiosity, decided to follow along. As they traveled, they passed Matthew, Donald, and Gabriel, who took note of the procession and decided that they, too, belonged in this group and fell into step behind them.They entered the office buildings and followed Jay down a maze of corridors until they came across a door none of them had noticed before. It was propped open only thanks to Jay’s shirt, which Robert figured to be a much more reasonable explanation for where the item of cloth
“-Alpha 10,” finished the voice, and as it did the faint image of a young man in army greens became visible. “The time is 0807. We are here assisting Dr. Totenberg and his assistant Dr. Delambre on their expedition of the caves.”“Blah blah blah,” came another voice, and the camera shifted to reveal another soldier, walking toward the first. “Do we really gotta do this shit?”“This ‘shit’ as you call it is important scientific research,” came an angry German voice. Now the camera focused on a third man, a man wearing khaki work clothes over a button down shirt and tie. He was balding, his dark brown hair making a little scoop along the center of his head like it was a solitary starfighter in the epic battle against time and age. Tall, thick glasses hung on a small, round nose that looked as though it would not be able to support this weight without the aid of the bushy brown mustache standing so firmly beneath it. “Need I remind you that Ryerson pays your bills, Private?”The impertin
By now, the unit had begun firing, and the sound of semi-automatic rifle bursts filled the cave. At various moments shouts could be heard to the effect of, “Over there! Something moving! In the shadows! What the hell?” These exclamations would always be punctuated by more rapid gunfire.Despite their frantic efforts, however, the soldiers were being picked off one by one. In the corner of the screen, two more were pulled away by an unseen force. Something large and white pounced on a third and disappeared out of the frame. Only two soldiers remained on screen. They took a few steps as they fired, and then when something landed on the man furthest away from the camera the last man turned and fled. He was definitely not the only one in the group, as the echo of footsteps resounded like cannon fire against the walls, and shouts of “Retreat!” and “Get the hell out of here!” could be heard.The camera man yanked up his camera and turned from the room, quickly running back the way they had
“No, it was not,” Paul agreed, nodding.“It was more like… what? A superman?”“Well… no,” Paul admitted, “not that either, really. What came out wasn’t what we expected. The subject nearly succumbed to the treatments. We were forced to operate, to amputate…” Paul stopped, shaking his head as though he were trying to shake away the memories, “By the time we were done, he was more like a mutant, a monster. It was horrible. None of us expected him to live. We never thought that, in a large sense, we had succeeded. As a nightmare... thing... that he had become by the end of it, he had grown so strong, so powerful. He broke his restraints without effort, and attacked the nearest doctors. He… bit them. We didn’t know what it meant at the time. Actually, we thought they were lucky that they’d gotten off light, especially considering what he did to some others when he got further through the complex. He broke into one room and tore all the doctors in their limb from limb.“When he finally esc
Robert nodded his head and scratched thoughtfully at the rough shadow of a beard beginning to edge its way onto his ruggedly handsome features. He turned and surveyed everyone else in the room. “He’s right that a cure or some kind of vaccine would be useful, but I’ll be the first to acknowledge that keeping zombies so close to where we live is a clear and present danger. I can’t be the one to make this decision. If you all think it’s too much of a threat…” his voice trailed off, leaving the thought hanging in the air between them.“Maybe we can keep a guard in the basement,” Jay suggested.“Is there any way we could help with developing the cure?” Elaina asked.Paul considered it, but only for a moment. “I don’t think so,” he answered, shaking his head. “It’s pretty advanced stuff, even for me. Our team basically invented new forms of medical science. Unless there’s anyone in your group with advanced biochemistry degrees?”“There might be something else we can do,” Gabriel said sudde