Enishi
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((I wanted to get these in before I leave.))
This is the story of an apocalypse come true. With the dead walking the earth, first striking in the north east of the United States, a strange uprising of the undead re-emerge after being contained the first time around.
<div align="center">Part One: The Infection Re-Begins</div>
It has been five years since that incident and the whole world has gone on as always. Elias graduated from Highschool and passed through college, and got a job as a video reporter. After moving to London and working for the BBC channel. After a while working in Britain, Elias began to miss the states. After quitting his job and becoming an independent, Elias moved back to New England and relived the cold.
Exiting his plane, Elias breathed in a fresh gulp of air. Cold as it was, it was a refreshing piece of air, indeed. Walking out of the airport and hopping into a taxi, Elias drove to the one place he knew his parents would be; his old house. As the taxi pulled up, Elias paid the driver and brought his bags to the front door. He was greeted heartily and brought inside.
“So, how has your job been doing?” his mother asked with glee. “Has my boy become a celebrity yet?” “Ha, yes mom. My job is going fine.” Elias replied with a chuckle. “Baby... I miss you so much. Ever since your father...” his mother trailed off, her eyes welling with tears. Elias walked over to her and hugged her as she began to sob. “I just miss him so much,” she sobbed again. Taking a breath, she stepped back and walked into the kitchen. “Please. I want you to have something... he tried to give it to you before he went to the hospital, but you were so far away...” Elias’s mother brought in a steel case, carefully cleaned and polished. Clearly a very intricate item.
Time: 2:30 PM
44 hours until the infection begins
What his mother clutched was a gun case, yet not an ordinary one. Inside was his fathers Beretta 471 Silver Hawk shotgun. The wood was dyed black and was equipped with a twenty seven-inch long barrel with a silver satin chrome finish. His father called it his ‘pride and joy’. Whenever he had free time, he would polish it, clean it, and take it to the field to shoot it. Rinse and repeat. During the final years of his life, his father began collecting all sorts of rifles and pistols, then would sell them at local auction shows after reviving them.
This was a beautiful rifle, capable of causing a lot of damage. Opening the silver case, Elias became wide-eyed at the shotgun. It was beautifully crafted, and nicely customized. The silver chrome finish with the black body seemed very macabre and very much interesting. Such a nice gift. The case had a special black velvet padding, however, there was also and imprinted area that contained a box of shells for the shotgun. Opening the box, Elias was even more surprised when he saw the entire box filled. “Uh... Mom? Why is there a full box of ammunition here?” Elias asked quizzically. “Oh... well...” his mother continued, “Well, your father kept blabbing on about something, but I think it was all rubbish. Don’t mind it.” With a shrug, Elias gave his mother a hug and talked with her for a little while before leaving.
The following morning, Elias woke up in his apartment to the ringing of his cell phone. Picking up the red ‘Motorazr’ phone, which was considered old and out of date today, Elias sleepily answered the phone, he was instantly shot awake as the sad news spread from the speaker. That morning, Elias’s mom’s maid had reported she silently passed away. Elias gave a simple answer and turned off the phone. His eyes blanked out and he just sat there... he was alone now. His cousins had long since moved away and his older brother had moved to China to live a more exotic life. He had no one.
The following day Elias stood alone at the gravestone where both his parents were buried. He wore a black suit, without suit coat. In his hand, was a rose. His eyes were both blanketed by a thick sheet of sadness. Two tears fell onto the freshly dug earth followed by the white rose. And there he stood. For hours he remained at the grave, just looking at the stone. Behind him was a man in a brown overcoat with a bowler hat. He walked up to the disappointed man and tapped his shoulder. “I have a story for you,” he said with a low voice. “This story could make you a millionaire if you covered it. You might even get to explain why the Virginia incident was so covered up.” His ears perked. What happened in Virginia so long ago had tore at his very brain. The story caused his eyes to dry and turn. “You heard me right. And will happen right here; in Massachusetts.” He continued with the big story and how it could rock the foundations of the government, and the fact of exposing something about the government could really do something about the country.
Packing up his equipment at home, Elias set his items around and went to sleep. His mind was bursting with ideas of how he could do something about the governments coverups, but the problem of what happened to his mother was even greater. His mind conflicted with events as he slept on, but they would be concentrated on one thing the next day...
Time: 6:30 AM
:05 seconds... :04... :03... :02... :01... :00
The Infection has begun.
In the same cemetery where Elias’s mom was buried, scraping wood filled a rich man’s mausoleum. A few men, dressed in black, busted inside and began to raid the graves for any sort of jewelry. When they began to hear the scraping from the coffin in the middle, they opened the rich marble stone and were attacked by a decaying male. The man he attacked, tried knocking the man off, but was unable. The decaying man began tearing pieces of the man’s shoulder until he spotted the petrified grave robber. As the man tried to run, he was attacked by another decaying person. And so it began...
Time: 10:30 AM
5 months until military ‘Clean-Up’.
He awoke to the screaming and yelling of people along with explosions and gun shots. As he jutted up, Elias ran to the window and looked outside to the death and destruction. The same cultists from all those years ago returned and began their cannibalistic rampage. “My god,” Elias exclaimed.
It was utter chaos; women and children, men and elder, ran in all directions trying to avoid the near-death looking civilians. People fell, and were eaten in time, people were locked in cars, busses, filled with school children were being ransacked, people were locking themselves in shops, it was unbearable. Elias watched on in horror as the zombies literally ganged up on injured people and tore them to shreds.
Working fast, Elias grabbed his video camera, slipped in a fresh tape, and opened the window, using the zoom feature on the camera, he shuddered in pure amazement as the cultists just began to show no mercy on these people. People who weren’t part of the cultists, were becoming fountains of blood as their lifeless bodies just spewed blood onto the streets, and their organs slowly being ripped from their respective places. His camera moved to the ransacked bus where the zombies, after much attempt, finally tipped the buss open and forced the doors and windows to allow the lunch for these lunatics. They pulled children from the buss and just ripped at their throats as the bus driver was being eaten piece by piece.
The sound of banging almost made him drop the camera, but was lucky enough to recover. Looking through the peeking glass, Elias got a close-up view of one of the cultists. Yet, with such a close up look, the cultist looked more like a bitten victim... past rigor mortis. Backing off of the door, Elias pulled out the backpack with the camera supplies and pulled out only a couple of tapes and his notebook and pen. Emptying out everything else, Elias placed the items in the bag then took grabbed the shotgun case. Opening it and loading a couple of slugs inside, Elias emptied the shells into the bag as well as the cleaning cloth and slung the bag over his shoulders. With the shells ready, Elias cautiously opened the door. The person on the other side lunged for an attack, but was parried but the shotgun. Elias took a few minutes to look at the person who was having problems getting back up. Placing his fingers to check for pulse, Elias found none.
Fear shot through Elias’s head like a bullet. This person wasn’t living, yet he still moved and acted as if he was. Running out the door, Elias saw others becoming victim to the people. Running to the fire escape, Elias climbed till he reached the roof where a helicopter just landed. Inside, was a young man donning some casual wear and with a camera. Running to the chopper, Elias hopped inside. Immediately, the young man took a picture of Elias. “What the hell man? ” Elias exclaimed. “Gil Let’s get out of here I still want a few pictures of the town.” The young photographer yelled to the pilot in the helicopter. Raising an eyebrow, Elias scooted a little more inside and pulled out his camera. Videotaping the situation, Elias got a couple of minutes of situations going on all around town.
After a while, and a couple of pictures, a military helicopter flew in and attempted to shoot the helicopter down. After a while of dodging, Elias jumped out of the copter right above a gun shop. After steadying himself, Elias videotaped the photographer’s helicopter getting away, and out of sight. Whatever the fate of the two inside, remained a mystery to Elias as his ears filled with the sounds of gun shots, screaming, crying and... silence. For a second, he just sat there; petrified. But when something nudged his head, a voice interrupted the silence.
“Who are you? Say something” the voice yelled. His head slowly turned to an old man with an old colt .44 six-shooter aimed at his face. “We are all as good as dead, aren’t we?” Elias asked back. His eyes drooped as the old man retrieved the weapon and locked the safety. “Well... that’s another. Hey Ann We got another survivor” the old man yelled. A door that led into the store opened and an old woman walked out with several young people trying to get a gaze. “Well tell him to get inside and help with the barricade ” she yelled back.
Being forcefully stood up, the old man noticed the equipment that Elias had with him and asked a rather blunt question. “You some sort of government scum?” He continued with, “I saw you in that ‘copter a little while ago and thought you were either a zombie or something from the government. Well, you can tell that damned president that he can take his help and shove it up his ass If he’s too lazy to get the army over here, we might as well be dead ”. Dragging him into the basement, Elias was surprised by the old man’s strength enough to be brought to the main part of the store. The two doors, that would be the entrance, were nailed and drilled and covered in random items such as a broken door, a vending machine still plugged into the wall, and a moved storage cabinet. Through empty spaces, Elias could see the zombies trying hard to break through. Yet unsuccessful. “Are the windows secure?” the old woman asked. “Yes,” the old man replied. “Alright, we got some food here and water to last us a while, along with enough ammunition to hold back any zombies that break in. However, we will run out of food and water eventually, along with ammunition. So conserve your bullets, and don’t eat as much. Unless one of us has a plan, use the whiteboard in the indoor target practice area downstairs.” Spat the old woman. In the main area, there were seven other people, not including the old woman. There was a man with chinos, a blue polo shirt, and a golf club, with short brown hair and a clean-shaven face. There was a teenage girl wearing a short denim skirt and a black tank top and a red and white sports jacket around her shoulders with long blonde hair. There were also two young men, dressed in camping gear with a shotgun in their hands, a black cop with a torn-up uniform, a man with a black tuxedo, an a woman dressed in a rich red dress with ruby-colored high heeled shoes.
After the speech the group split with the two young hunters walking to where two windows, wide open, yet high enough off the ground far from the reach of the zombie’s hungry, lurching arms. The red dressed woman placed a cigarette in her mouth and began to light it before clutching her tightly bandaged leg. The old man began tuning the radio, the old women grabbed a colt .44 from the display case and began loading it, the police officer began checking the barricades for any loose boards, the man in the tuxedo took a soda out from the vending machine and sat down in a nearby chair and began sipping while the man in chinos walked downstairs to write on the white board and the teenage girl moved around trying to get a signal from her cell phone. Elias moved to an ammunition box and began refilling his box of shotgun shells. It was going to be a while before this place was settled.
Time: 12:00 AM
The man in the polo had been working on several plans all starting on the whiteboard then escalating to paper. The gun watch had been working in shifts with the hunters at first, then the old man and the man in the tuxedo, followed by the old woman and Elias, then the cop and the man in the polo and chinos then repeat. When the clock struck 12, the old woman lit a kerosene lamp and put a can of beans on the cooker. The woman in the red dress grabbed her wound and began to whimper as the teenager fell asleep in an instance.
The woman in the red dress began to moan in pain as the man in the tux came to look at the wound. “Guys... we got a problem. Her wound is turning yellow and the blood isn’t pumping to the rest of her leg,” he panicked. The woman in the dress began to turn pale and sweat, as well as grow a fever. Her eyes began to flicker open and close as someone poured cold water down her throat. “I think we need to get her to a doctor.” Tux said again. “Damn it, Eric, we can’t get outside without being ripped to shreds ” the old man yelled. “Oh yeah? Well we have the weapons, Bob, we could shoot our way through them then-” but before Eric could continue on, the woman in the red dress collapsed onto the floor, motionless. Immediately, everyone rushed to her to see if there was anything to do. Her pulse stopped. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped Eric. “Well... so much for that,” one of the hunters said, “‘ey, Mike?” the hunter hit the other hunter, Mike, in the shoulder. The teenage girl, now awake, pulled a sheet over the body and shuddered. “I think it is time we get out of here...” the man in the polo spoke. He held, in his hand, a bunch of papers stapled together and folded up. Placing it under the suspended lamp and showed a schematic of the area. “It took me a lot of scouting and guessing, but here is the area we are in. My guess is if we can escape out the back window and take this way out to the second street, we should find a car rental... here.” the man in the polo pointed out an area on the map. “If we can steal a mini van or a hummer, we could plow through the zombies at the front door and hop inside with supplies.” “Yeah? Then what?” the teenager blurted out. As soon as she spoke, the group of eight looked at here as she folder her arms. “Then what? Where do we go then? We’d just drive around until we ran out of gas then we’d be trapped in a tighter corner with no where to run. And when we run out of food, then what? We’d be forced into cannibalism and one of us would have to die. Who would that be? And wouldn’t that dead person become a zombie?” But when she said that, a tumor of fear spread through everyone’s mind as all eyes turned to the covered corpse. All there was, remained a sheet. The hunter, Mike, loaded his Remington shotgun and backed into a corner. The old woman and the teenager hid behind the counter, Elias turned off the safety on his shotgun, the old man following suit. Eric’s tux began to show signs of sweat as he ran downstairs and locked the door behind him.
“Shit...” Elias cursed as the sounds of footsteps filled the room. The woman, who had just been dead a little while ago, began hobbling to where Elias stood. Her eyes were fogged over, and her neck looked off hinge. Petrified by fear, Elias backed to the counter as the woman got close. Yet, one shot filled the room. The cop, holding a Beretta pistol, took a deep breath as a hole in the woman’s head began to spew blood and her corpse fall to the ground. The cop’s balding head sweated and his torn uniform seemed to set the mood as a hero. “Thanks Leon ” Bob finally shot out. He couldn’t take off his gaze from the corpse. “Well?” Leon, the cop, continued, “Let’s get to that rental.”
Time: 1:45 AM
“The first car we get will need gas.” Leon spoke to the group. “I’ve got an fuel can, in case the generator dies,” Said the old man. “Alright then; once we get the car, it will need to be fortified. If these zombies are as persistent as I think they are, they will attempt to break into the car. They will smash at the windows, claw at the steel, they might even use debris. I was thinking that me, Elias, and Michael would take the car and slide it into the garage, while everyone would help nail whatever on the windows to keep the zombies from breaking in.” Leon continued. Without any argument, Leon gathered a shotgun and loaded it till it was full. Packing up on ammunition, all three men climbed through a small crawlspace that led to the back of the store, in an alleyway. Surprisingly, the zombies were so concentrated on the front entrance, they missed this one. As the three got out, and the door lock behind them, Taking their time sneaking through the alleyway, Leon took a gaze out of the alley. All looked clear for the time being.
The three ran across the street, and through several neighborhoods before coming up on the car rental. Of course, most of it was quite ransacked. Cars were stolen, windows were broken, and dead bodies. Walking into the building, the three split up, looking for where car keys are kept and if there were the cars that matched them.
Leon sifted through debris in the first office, finding only broken pieces of wood and glass. He found, what might have been, a couple of keys, but were broken or rusted. Cursing under his breath, Leon went through drawer after drawer, throwing useless papers, debt papers, etc. Meanwhile, Mike had already broken into a pickup and was starting to hot-wire it. All he could get was the sound of the engine going on and off. Elias poked his head out the door, searching up and down the street. So far it was clean.
The Zombies outside the gun shop had stopped attempting to break in, and instead, were standing around, dumbfounded. Inside, what remained of the group had been gathering pieces of wood and whatever debris they could use. The other hunter had been gathering the guns and ammo in the duffle bags that the store had in storage. Eric, who had taken a shotgun and stood by the window was starting to panic. “Guys... hey guys We got a problem ” One of the zombies began to slowly walk up the street, where the car rental was. Soon, the others followed. It was a matter of time before they were all on their way.
Elias saw the horde approaching the car rental. He started to panic. Mike, who had rushed to see what the problem was, too, rushed to see the problem. “Holy shit...” He exclaimed. Rushing to the pickup, Mike desperately tried to get the car started. Leon, frantically, tore out drawers, searching for a key. “Shit, shit, shit ” Elias yelled out. Pulling out the shotgun, the young man pulled the safety off and began to fidget. “Hurry the fuck up ”.
Undoing the barricade, the group began to sling the bags over the shoulders. Although they were sacrificing three good men, this was a good excuse to escape. Once taking down last piece of broken door, the group last the gun shop and headed in the opposite direction of where the zombies were going. The young girl took a gaze at the disappearing zombies before turning away and following the rushed group.
Mike finally got the car started. The engine roared with life as Leon jumped into the passengers seat, and Elias into the back. As the car drove off, it nailed the oncoming zombies with such force to liquify a bird. As the truck stopped in front of the gun shop, Elias ran inside to see only emptiness. However, they accidentally left a gasoline case behind. Pulling off the nozzle, Elias rushed the case to the truck and began to fill the empty tank. “Hey, where are the others?” Mike asked. “Gone. They left us here,” Elias replied angrily.
The group of five had made their way into an old hotel, abandoned during the zombie outbreak. Blockading the doors, the five took in deep breaths. “Well... We left the others behind, and for all we know they could be alive... great job old man,” Eric exasperated. The old man, clutching his hip, held his colt .44 stiffly. “Some sacrifices are needed...” Bob said, tiredly. “That was my brother you made me leave behind!” the hunter exclaimed. His mouth was quickly shut when the colt was pointed at his face. “You’re starting to scare me... getting me to think... you can’t be trusted,” Bob was stood straight, his face held straight. “You won’t do it,” the hunter said nervously. “I was in ‘Nam, boy. I killed so many of those damn savages... I’m sure a lot of them weren’t VC,” the old mans face grew stern. The missing fat on his left cheek seemed to shadow over his anger.
The pickup truck sped along the street, passing zombies, cutting alleys. Mike, with his Remington on his lap, had a pissed-off attitude on his face. His brother abandoned him, what remained of his family, left him. Out of pure anger, Mike stomped on the gas and sent a zombie flying over the truck and left spewed about on the pavement behind them. Leon looked on nervously.
Leon had been busy, the whole time, tinkering with the radio to send out a message. So far, unsuccessful. Placing the radio back into the car’s dashboard, the dark-skinned police officer pulled out a small picture of a young woman, holding onto a baby. His eyes drooped in sadness at the picture, his head slowly dropping down following the drama. “I gotta find them...”
Elias clutched onto his fathers’ shotgun, the wind blowing profusely on his skin. This morning, he hadn’t had time to dress properly. He was still wearing the long black tank top and red flannel pajama bottoms. Other then the slippers, Elias had no time to pull on any coat or such. Goose bumps formed up and down his arms, spreading to his legs. His hair, which he had braided into cornrows not that long ago, was starting to change temperature, making his situation worse. Although enjoying the ride, the fact of the situation was not that comforting.
“Alright guys,” Mike spoke, as the truck stopped. “We are going to need to find a place to hide. For now, we should gather food,”. Mike pointed to the Cumberland Farms gas station they had parked in front of. “I’ll fill the tank.” Elias jumped out of the truck and entered the gas station. The heater was still on even after its’ occupants had left. Behind the counter, someones jacket was left on a chair along with a playboy magazine. Something wasn’t quite right here, but then again there was a zombie attack happening so nothing was ever quite right at the moment. Putting the jacket on, Elias pulled out the bags under the counter and handed a few of them to Leon.
As the two filled the bags with food, Mike stood shaking in the cold as he refilled the empty gas cannister. Turning his head, slightly, Mike was startled to see a Dunkin Doughnuts with the lights on across the street. Inside an employee was randomly walking around aimlessly. His impulses of the coffee shop sent his running across the street.
Time: 7:30 PM
Putting the bags of food in the back of the truck, both Leon and Elias looked around for any sign of Mike. “Where’d did what’s-his-name go?” Elias said bluntly. “Mike?” Leon asked back. Looking at the cop with a raised eyebrow, they both noticed the Dunkin Doughnuts across the street. “Fuck,” they both bluntly spoke.
Rushing across the street, Elias with his shotgun, they both kicked in the door in and looked inside with disbelief. A zombie female lay on the ground, with a chunk of her head missing, and Mike standing across the counter drinking a fresh cup of coffee. “H-hey guys,” he said. “Scared the shit out of us, Mike.” Leon exclaimed with relief. But his sigh of relief turned into a gasp. Mike had numerous bite marks on his body. “Mike your-“ Leon spoke, interrupted by Mike. “Fine... ‘Tis only a flesh wound! Ha ha,”. Mike collapsed onto the counter, wallowing in pain. Leon, hopping over the counter, helped him back to his feet. “Damn. Kid, go get some napkins,” Leon said quickly. Running to a napkin dispenser, Elias pulled out every napkin in the small dispenser and helped Leon dress the wound. “He’s gonna need some professional help; think that Lowell general is safe?” Leon said quickly. Shrugging, and with look of disbelief on his face, Leon looked left and right out the window until his eyes reached what could have been heaven.
Not that far from the Dunkin Doughnuts was a Walmart and Supermarket connected. Running out the door with Mike on his shoulder, Elias followed close behind. Instead of heading to the car, Elias saw the cop run the opposite direction. “Hey... Hey! Wait up!” Elias yelled at the speeding two. Picking up his shotgun case, Elias ran to follow. The doors to the supermarket were completely locked up, but te Walmart looked heavily barricaded, but not shut out from the outside. It looked like, in fact, there was a way to get in. As the three reached the entrance, the sound of guns broke the silence. Dozens of barrels aimed at them. “Dost thou breath? Or not?” a voice spoke. “Um... we breath?” Elias said with a stutter. “Dost thou-“ but before the voice could continue, it was interrupted by a stronger voice... a woman’s voice. “Fuck up, Red.” He voice had some New Zealand flavor in the words, but as soon as it paused, it struck again. “Any of ya bitten?” she was quick, and to the point. “One of us. Why?” Leon replied. “Whoever is bitten, keep them outside. The rest come in.” She blurted out.
“What?! Why?” Mike jolted, regaining consciousness. “I’m fine!”. “If your bitten then-” she was interrupted. A voice was rapidly whispering in her ear. “Alright, the zombies are coming close, get in,”. What was like a magic door, two vending machines parted like the red sea and revealed a bunch of human survivors. Each armed with a weapon. Two men, one of whom dressed like a Walmart employee, forced the three inside as the magic doors closed. The building was well developed, and filled with many survivors. “How’d y’all know to come here?” Mike asked. The employee responded simply. “Come on... it’s Walmart. We have enough shit here to supply an army.”
This is the story of an apocalypse come true. With the dead walking the earth, first striking in the north east of the United States, a strange uprising of the undead re-emerge after being contained the first time around.
<div align="center">Part One: The Infection Re-Begins</div>
It has been five years since that incident and the whole world has gone on as always. Elias graduated from Highschool and passed through college, and got a job as a video reporter. After moving to London and working for the BBC channel. After a while working in Britain, Elias began to miss the states. After quitting his job and becoming an independent, Elias moved back to New England and relived the cold.
Exiting his plane, Elias breathed in a fresh gulp of air. Cold as it was, it was a refreshing piece of air, indeed. Walking out of the airport and hopping into a taxi, Elias drove to the one place he knew his parents would be; his old house. As the taxi pulled up, Elias paid the driver and brought his bags to the front door. He was greeted heartily and brought inside.
“So, how has your job been doing?” his mother asked with glee. “Has my boy become a celebrity yet?” “Ha, yes mom. My job is going fine.” Elias replied with a chuckle. “Baby... I miss you so much. Ever since your father...” his mother trailed off, her eyes welling with tears. Elias walked over to her and hugged her as she began to sob. “I just miss him so much,” she sobbed again. Taking a breath, she stepped back and walked into the kitchen. “Please. I want you to have something... he tried to give it to you before he went to the hospital, but you were so far away...” Elias’s mother brought in a steel case, carefully cleaned and polished. Clearly a very intricate item.
Time: 2:30 PM
44 hours until the infection begins
What his mother clutched was a gun case, yet not an ordinary one. Inside was his fathers Beretta 471 Silver Hawk shotgun. The wood was dyed black and was equipped with a twenty seven-inch long barrel with a silver satin chrome finish. His father called it his ‘pride and joy’. Whenever he had free time, he would polish it, clean it, and take it to the field to shoot it. Rinse and repeat. During the final years of his life, his father began collecting all sorts of rifles and pistols, then would sell them at local auction shows after reviving them.
This was a beautiful rifle, capable of causing a lot of damage. Opening the silver case, Elias became wide-eyed at the shotgun. It was beautifully crafted, and nicely customized. The silver chrome finish with the black body seemed very macabre and very much interesting. Such a nice gift. The case had a special black velvet padding, however, there was also and imprinted area that contained a box of shells for the shotgun. Opening the box, Elias was even more surprised when he saw the entire box filled. “Uh... Mom? Why is there a full box of ammunition here?” Elias asked quizzically. “Oh... well...” his mother continued, “Well, your father kept blabbing on about something, but I think it was all rubbish. Don’t mind it.” With a shrug, Elias gave his mother a hug and talked with her for a little while before leaving.
The following morning, Elias woke up in his apartment to the ringing of his cell phone. Picking up the red ‘Motorazr’ phone, which was considered old and out of date today, Elias sleepily answered the phone, he was instantly shot awake as the sad news spread from the speaker. That morning, Elias’s mom’s maid had reported she silently passed away. Elias gave a simple answer and turned off the phone. His eyes blanked out and he just sat there... he was alone now. His cousins had long since moved away and his older brother had moved to China to live a more exotic life. He had no one.
The following day Elias stood alone at the gravestone where both his parents were buried. He wore a black suit, without suit coat. In his hand, was a rose. His eyes were both blanketed by a thick sheet of sadness. Two tears fell onto the freshly dug earth followed by the white rose. And there he stood. For hours he remained at the grave, just looking at the stone. Behind him was a man in a brown overcoat with a bowler hat. He walked up to the disappointed man and tapped his shoulder. “I have a story for you,” he said with a low voice. “This story could make you a millionaire if you covered it. You might even get to explain why the Virginia incident was so covered up.” His ears perked. What happened in Virginia so long ago had tore at his very brain. The story caused his eyes to dry and turn. “You heard me right. And will happen right here; in Massachusetts.” He continued with the big story and how it could rock the foundations of the government, and the fact of exposing something about the government could really do something about the country.
Packing up his equipment at home, Elias set his items around and went to sleep. His mind was bursting with ideas of how he could do something about the governments coverups, but the problem of what happened to his mother was even greater. His mind conflicted with events as he slept on, but they would be concentrated on one thing the next day...
Time: 6:30 AM
:05 seconds... :04... :03... :02... :01... :00
The Infection has begun.
In the same cemetery where Elias’s mom was buried, scraping wood filled a rich man’s mausoleum. A few men, dressed in black, busted inside and began to raid the graves for any sort of jewelry. When they began to hear the scraping from the coffin in the middle, they opened the rich marble stone and were attacked by a decaying male. The man he attacked, tried knocking the man off, but was unable. The decaying man began tearing pieces of the man’s shoulder until he spotted the petrified grave robber. As the man tried to run, he was attacked by another decaying person. And so it began...
Time: 10:30 AM
5 months until military ‘Clean-Up’.
He awoke to the screaming and yelling of people along with explosions and gun shots. As he jutted up, Elias ran to the window and looked outside to the death and destruction. The same cultists from all those years ago returned and began their cannibalistic rampage. “My god,” Elias exclaimed.
It was utter chaos; women and children, men and elder, ran in all directions trying to avoid the near-death looking civilians. People fell, and were eaten in time, people were locked in cars, busses, filled with school children were being ransacked, people were locking themselves in shops, it was unbearable. Elias watched on in horror as the zombies literally ganged up on injured people and tore them to shreds.
Working fast, Elias grabbed his video camera, slipped in a fresh tape, and opened the window, using the zoom feature on the camera, he shuddered in pure amazement as the cultists just began to show no mercy on these people. People who weren’t part of the cultists, were becoming fountains of blood as their lifeless bodies just spewed blood onto the streets, and their organs slowly being ripped from their respective places. His camera moved to the ransacked bus where the zombies, after much attempt, finally tipped the buss open and forced the doors and windows to allow the lunch for these lunatics. They pulled children from the buss and just ripped at their throats as the bus driver was being eaten piece by piece.
The sound of banging almost made him drop the camera, but was lucky enough to recover. Looking through the peeking glass, Elias got a close-up view of one of the cultists. Yet, with such a close up look, the cultist looked more like a bitten victim... past rigor mortis. Backing off of the door, Elias pulled out the backpack with the camera supplies and pulled out only a couple of tapes and his notebook and pen. Emptying out everything else, Elias placed the items in the bag then took grabbed the shotgun case. Opening it and loading a couple of slugs inside, Elias emptied the shells into the bag as well as the cleaning cloth and slung the bag over his shoulders. With the shells ready, Elias cautiously opened the door. The person on the other side lunged for an attack, but was parried but the shotgun. Elias took a few minutes to look at the person who was having problems getting back up. Placing his fingers to check for pulse, Elias found none.
Fear shot through Elias’s head like a bullet. This person wasn’t living, yet he still moved and acted as if he was. Running out the door, Elias saw others becoming victim to the people. Running to the fire escape, Elias climbed till he reached the roof where a helicopter just landed. Inside, was a young man donning some casual wear and with a camera. Running to the chopper, Elias hopped inside. Immediately, the young man took a picture of Elias. “What the hell man? ” Elias exclaimed. “Gil Let’s get out of here I still want a few pictures of the town.” The young photographer yelled to the pilot in the helicopter. Raising an eyebrow, Elias scooted a little more inside and pulled out his camera. Videotaping the situation, Elias got a couple of minutes of situations going on all around town.
After a while, and a couple of pictures, a military helicopter flew in and attempted to shoot the helicopter down. After a while of dodging, Elias jumped out of the copter right above a gun shop. After steadying himself, Elias videotaped the photographer’s helicopter getting away, and out of sight. Whatever the fate of the two inside, remained a mystery to Elias as his ears filled with the sounds of gun shots, screaming, crying and... silence. For a second, he just sat there; petrified. But when something nudged his head, a voice interrupted the silence.
“Who are you? Say something” the voice yelled. His head slowly turned to an old man with an old colt .44 six-shooter aimed at his face. “We are all as good as dead, aren’t we?” Elias asked back. His eyes drooped as the old man retrieved the weapon and locked the safety. “Well... that’s another. Hey Ann We got another survivor” the old man yelled. A door that led into the store opened and an old woman walked out with several young people trying to get a gaze. “Well tell him to get inside and help with the barricade ” she yelled back.
Being forcefully stood up, the old man noticed the equipment that Elias had with him and asked a rather blunt question. “You some sort of government scum?” He continued with, “I saw you in that ‘copter a little while ago and thought you were either a zombie or something from the government. Well, you can tell that damned president that he can take his help and shove it up his ass If he’s too lazy to get the army over here, we might as well be dead ”. Dragging him into the basement, Elias was surprised by the old man’s strength enough to be brought to the main part of the store. The two doors, that would be the entrance, were nailed and drilled and covered in random items such as a broken door, a vending machine still plugged into the wall, and a moved storage cabinet. Through empty spaces, Elias could see the zombies trying hard to break through. Yet unsuccessful. “Are the windows secure?” the old woman asked. “Yes,” the old man replied. “Alright, we got some food here and water to last us a while, along with enough ammunition to hold back any zombies that break in. However, we will run out of food and water eventually, along with ammunition. So conserve your bullets, and don’t eat as much. Unless one of us has a plan, use the whiteboard in the indoor target practice area downstairs.” Spat the old woman. In the main area, there were seven other people, not including the old woman. There was a man with chinos, a blue polo shirt, and a golf club, with short brown hair and a clean-shaven face. There was a teenage girl wearing a short denim skirt and a black tank top and a red and white sports jacket around her shoulders with long blonde hair. There were also two young men, dressed in camping gear with a shotgun in their hands, a black cop with a torn-up uniform, a man with a black tuxedo, an a woman dressed in a rich red dress with ruby-colored high heeled shoes.
After the speech the group split with the two young hunters walking to where two windows, wide open, yet high enough off the ground far from the reach of the zombie’s hungry, lurching arms. The red dressed woman placed a cigarette in her mouth and began to light it before clutching her tightly bandaged leg. The old man began tuning the radio, the old women grabbed a colt .44 from the display case and began loading it, the police officer began checking the barricades for any loose boards, the man in the tuxedo took a soda out from the vending machine and sat down in a nearby chair and began sipping while the man in chinos walked downstairs to write on the white board and the teenage girl moved around trying to get a signal from her cell phone. Elias moved to an ammunition box and began refilling his box of shotgun shells. It was going to be a while before this place was settled.
Time: 12:00 AM
The man in the polo had been working on several plans all starting on the whiteboard then escalating to paper. The gun watch had been working in shifts with the hunters at first, then the old man and the man in the tuxedo, followed by the old woman and Elias, then the cop and the man in the polo and chinos then repeat. When the clock struck 12, the old woman lit a kerosene lamp and put a can of beans on the cooker. The woman in the red dress grabbed her wound and began to whimper as the teenager fell asleep in an instance.
The woman in the red dress began to moan in pain as the man in the tux came to look at the wound. “Guys... we got a problem. Her wound is turning yellow and the blood isn’t pumping to the rest of her leg,” he panicked. The woman in the dress began to turn pale and sweat, as well as grow a fever. Her eyes began to flicker open and close as someone poured cold water down her throat. “I think we need to get her to a doctor.” Tux said again. “Damn it, Eric, we can’t get outside without being ripped to shreds ” the old man yelled. “Oh yeah? Well we have the weapons, Bob, we could shoot our way through them then-” but before Eric could continue on, the woman in the red dress collapsed onto the floor, motionless. Immediately, everyone rushed to her to see if there was anything to do. Her pulse stopped. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped Eric. “Well... so much for that,” one of the hunters said, “‘ey, Mike?” the hunter hit the other hunter, Mike, in the shoulder. The teenage girl, now awake, pulled a sheet over the body and shuddered. “I think it is time we get out of here...” the man in the polo spoke. He held, in his hand, a bunch of papers stapled together and folded up. Placing it under the suspended lamp and showed a schematic of the area. “It took me a lot of scouting and guessing, but here is the area we are in. My guess is if we can escape out the back window and take this way out to the second street, we should find a car rental... here.” the man in the polo pointed out an area on the map. “If we can steal a mini van or a hummer, we could plow through the zombies at the front door and hop inside with supplies.” “Yeah? Then what?” the teenager blurted out. As soon as she spoke, the group of eight looked at here as she folder her arms. “Then what? Where do we go then? We’d just drive around until we ran out of gas then we’d be trapped in a tighter corner with no where to run. And when we run out of food, then what? We’d be forced into cannibalism and one of us would have to die. Who would that be? And wouldn’t that dead person become a zombie?” But when she said that, a tumor of fear spread through everyone’s mind as all eyes turned to the covered corpse. All there was, remained a sheet. The hunter, Mike, loaded his Remington shotgun and backed into a corner. The old woman and the teenager hid behind the counter, Elias turned off the safety on his shotgun, the old man following suit. Eric’s tux began to show signs of sweat as he ran downstairs and locked the door behind him.
“Shit...” Elias cursed as the sounds of footsteps filled the room. The woman, who had just been dead a little while ago, began hobbling to where Elias stood. Her eyes were fogged over, and her neck looked off hinge. Petrified by fear, Elias backed to the counter as the woman got close. Yet, one shot filled the room. The cop, holding a Beretta pistol, took a deep breath as a hole in the woman’s head began to spew blood and her corpse fall to the ground. The cop’s balding head sweated and his torn uniform seemed to set the mood as a hero. “Thanks Leon ” Bob finally shot out. He couldn’t take off his gaze from the corpse. “Well?” Leon, the cop, continued, “Let’s get to that rental.”
Time: 1:45 AM
“The first car we get will need gas.” Leon spoke to the group. “I’ve got an fuel can, in case the generator dies,” Said the old man. “Alright then; once we get the car, it will need to be fortified. If these zombies are as persistent as I think they are, they will attempt to break into the car. They will smash at the windows, claw at the steel, they might even use debris. I was thinking that me, Elias, and Michael would take the car and slide it into the garage, while everyone would help nail whatever on the windows to keep the zombies from breaking in.” Leon continued. Without any argument, Leon gathered a shotgun and loaded it till it was full. Packing up on ammunition, all three men climbed through a small crawlspace that led to the back of the store, in an alleyway. Surprisingly, the zombies were so concentrated on the front entrance, they missed this one. As the three got out, and the door lock behind them, Taking their time sneaking through the alleyway, Leon took a gaze out of the alley. All looked clear for the time being.
The three ran across the street, and through several neighborhoods before coming up on the car rental. Of course, most of it was quite ransacked. Cars were stolen, windows were broken, and dead bodies. Walking into the building, the three split up, looking for where car keys are kept and if there were the cars that matched them.
Leon sifted through debris in the first office, finding only broken pieces of wood and glass. He found, what might have been, a couple of keys, but were broken or rusted. Cursing under his breath, Leon went through drawer after drawer, throwing useless papers, debt papers, etc. Meanwhile, Mike had already broken into a pickup and was starting to hot-wire it. All he could get was the sound of the engine going on and off. Elias poked his head out the door, searching up and down the street. So far it was clean.
The Zombies outside the gun shop had stopped attempting to break in, and instead, were standing around, dumbfounded. Inside, what remained of the group had been gathering pieces of wood and whatever debris they could use. The other hunter had been gathering the guns and ammo in the duffle bags that the store had in storage. Eric, who had taken a shotgun and stood by the window was starting to panic. “Guys... hey guys We got a problem ” One of the zombies began to slowly walk up the street, where the car rental was. Soon, the others followed. It was a matter of time before they were all on their way.
Elias saw the horde approaching the car rental. He started to panic. Mike, who had rushed to see what the problem was, too, rushed to see the problem. “Holy shit...” He exclaimed. Rushing to the pickup, Mike desperately tried to get the car started. Leon, frantically, tore out drawers, searching for a key. “Shit, shit, shit ” Elias yelled out. Pulling out the shotgun, the young man pulled the safety off and began to fidget. “Hurry the fuck up ”.
Undoing the barricade, the group began to sling the bags over the shoulders. Although they were sacrificing three good men, this was a good excuse to escape. Once taking down last piece of broken door, the group last the gun shop and headed in the opposite direction of where the zombies were going. The young girl took a gaze at the disappearing zombies before turning away and following the rushed group.
Mike finally got the car started. The engine roared with life as Leon jumped into the passengers seat, and Elias into the back. As the car drove off, it nailed the oncoming zombies with such force to liquify a bird. As the truck stopped in front of the gun shop, Elias ran inside to see only emptiness. However, they accidentally left a gasoline case behind. Pulling off the nozzle, Elias rushed the case to the truck and began to fill the empty tank. “Hey, where are the others?” Mike asked. “Gone. They left us here,” Elias replied angrily.
The group of five had made their way into an old hotel, abandoned during the zombie outbreak. Blockading the doors, the five took in deep breaths. “Well... We left the others behind, and for all we know they could be alive... great job old man,” Eric exasperated. The old man, clutching his hip, held his colt .44 stiffly. “Some sacrifices are needed...” Bob said, tiredly. “That was my brother you made me leave behind!” the hunter exclaimed. His mouth was quickly shut when the colt was pointed at his face. “You’re starting to scare me... getting me to think... you can’t be trusted,” Bob was stood straight, his face held straight. “You won’t do it,” the hunter said nervously. “I was in ‘Nam, boy. I killed so many of those damn savages... I’m sure a lot of them weren’t VC,” the old mans face grew stern. The missing fat on his left cheek seemed to shadow over his anger.
The pickup truck sped along the street, passing zombies, cutting alleys. Mike, with his Remington on his lap, had a pissed-off attitude on his face. His brother abandoned him, what remained of his family, left him. Out of pure anger, Mike stomped on the gas and sent a zombie flying over the truck and left spewed about on the pavement behind them. Leon looked on nervously.
Leon had been busy, the whole time, tinkering with the radio to send out a message. So far, unsuccessful. Placing the radio back into the car’s dashboard, the dark-skinned police officer pulled out a small picture of a young woman, holding onto a baby. His eyes drooped in sadness at the picture, his head slowly dropping down following the drama. “I gotta find them...”
Elias clutched onto his fathers’ shotgun, the wind blowing profusely on his skin. This morning, he hadn’t had time to dress properly. He was still wearing the long black tank top and red flannel pajama bottoms. Other then the slippers, Elias had no time to pull on any coat or such. Goose bumps formed up and down his arms, spreading to his legs. His hair, which he had braided into cornrows not that long ago, was starting to change temperature, making his situation worse. Although enjoying the ride, the fact of the situation was not that comforting.
“Alright guys,” Mike spoke, as the truck stopped. “We are going to need to find a place to hide. For now, we should gather food,”. Mike pointed to the Cumberland Farms gas station they had parked in front of. “I’ll fill the tank.” Elias jumped out of the truck and entered the gas station. The heater was still on even after its’ occupants had left. Behind the counter, someones jacket was left on a chair along with a playboy magazine. Something wasn’t quite right here, but then again there was a zombie attack happening so nothing was ever quite right at the moment. Putting the jacket on, Elias pulled out the bags under the counter and handed a few of them to Leon.
As the two filled the bags with food, Mike stood shaking in the cold as he refilled the empty gas cannister. Turning his head, slightly, Mike was startled to see a Dunkin Doughnuts with the lights on across the street. Inside an employee was randomly walking around aimlessly. His impulses of the coffee shop sent his running across the street.
Time: 7:30 PM
Putting the bags of food in the back of the truck, both Leon and Elias looked around for any sign of Mike. “Where’d did what’s-his-name go?” Elias said bluntly. “Mike?” Leon asked back. Looking at the cop with a raised eyebrow, they both noticed the Dunkin Doughnuts across the street. “Fuck,” they both bluntly spoke.
Rushing across the street, Elias with his shotgun, they both kicked in the door in and looked inside with disbelief. A zombie female lay on the ground, with a chunk of her head missing, and Mike standing across the counter drinking a fresh cup of coffee. “H-hey guys,” he said. “Scared the shit out of us, Mike.” Leon exclaimed with relief. But his sigh of relief turned into a gasp. Mike had numerous bite marks on his body. “Mike your-“ Leon spoke, interrupted by Mike. “Fine... ‘Tis only a flesh wound! Ha ha,”. Mike collapsed onto the counter, wallowing in pain. Leon, hopping over the counter, helped him back to his feet. “Damn. Kid, go get some napkins,” Leon said quickly. Running to a napkin dispenser, Elias pulled out every napkin in the small dispenser and helped Leon dress the wound. “He’s gonna need some professional help; think that Lowell general is safe?” Leon said quickly. Shrugging, and with look of disbelief on his face, Leon looked left and right out the window until his eyes reached what could have been heaven.
Not that far from the Dunkin Doughnuts was a Walmart and Supermarket connected. Running out the door with Mike on his shoulder, Elias followed close behind. Instead of heading to the car, Elias saw the cop run the opposite direction. “Hey... Hey! Wait up!” Elias yelled at the speeding two. Picking up his shotgun case, Elias ran to follow. The doors to the supermarket were completely locked up, but te Walmart looked heavily barricaded, but not shut out from the outside. It looked like, in fact, there was a way to get in. As the three reached the entrance, the sound of guns broke the silence. Dozens of barrels aimed at them. “Dost thou breath? Or not?” a voice spoke. “Um... we breath?” Elias said with a stutter. “Dost thou-“ but before the voice could continue, it was interrupted by a stronger voice... a woman’s voice. “Fuck up, Red.” He voice had some New Zealand flavor in the words, but as soon as it paused, it struck again. “Any of ya bitten?” she was quick, and to the point. “One of us. Why?” Leon replied. “Whoever is bitten, keep them outside. The rest come in.” She blurted out.
“What?! Why?” Mike jolted, regaining consciousness. “I’m fine!”. “If your bitten then-” she was interrupted. A voice was rapidly whispering in her ear. “Alright, the zombies are coming close, get in,”. What was like a magic door, two vending machines parted like the red sea and revealed a bunch of human survivors. Each armed with a weapon. Two men, one of whom dressed like a Walmart employee, forced the three inside as the magic doors closed. The building was well developed, and filled with many survivors. “How’d y’all know to come here?” Mike asked. The employee responded simply. “Come on... it’s Walmart. We have enough shit here to supply an army.”