me again. So, yeah, I’m a teenager and have raging hormones. I haven’t even been near a female since before Thanksgiving. Her attention, no matter how innocent it was, was having an effect. I hunched forward and crossed my arms in front of my lap lest someone would spot the particular effect it was having.
“What’s that?” Don asked of Rick. Rick smiled and pointed over to me. “Are there some kind of rules or something?” He asked me.
I hunched over a bit further. “Well, not really.” I replied. “I’m kind of making them up as I go along. I’ve been trying to analyze them with the scant amount of information we’ve got. For instance, we don’t know how it started, its genesis. From what we’ve seen on the news reports, and the Internet before they went down, it started out as some type of flu bug. It quickly grew to pandemic proportions, apparently faster than any other flu outbreak in modern history.” I took a breath and continued.
“It appeared to have originated in the Middle East, maybe Egypt. Rick and I tracked it as it spread across Africa, Europe, Asia, and the Americas. It had no predictable pattern, which is probably due to the modern age of travel. You know, a person can hop on a plane and travel from Cairo to France to New York in twenty-four hours or less. If they’re infected, they can spread it everywhere they go, and then of course it spreads exponentially.” I stopped a moment but everyone was giving me their undivided attention, so I continued. “The virus, and that seems to be what it is, seems to gestate quickly and mutates the host. It seems as though a deadly side effect of the infection is the host becomes very violent. They lose their higher reasoning and thinking processes. They can’t figure out things like how to climb over a fence or maybe open a door, but their gross motor skills are probably enhanced. They feel no pain. It’s possible their central nervous system is just gone, but at least parts of their brain still works. So, only if you go for the head will they truly die. Oh, we know for a fact they can hear and see, so they can probably smell as well. You might want to consider those facts in the future if you light a fire and cook outside. Or wear perfume.” I had noticed the females were wearing perfume, which even though the body odor was still noticeable, smelled good nonetheless. “How long did you guys stay in Fayetteville before you decided to come north?”
The four of them continued to stare at me a moment. Don looked over at Rick. Rick winked. “He’s a smart one. He would have been a doctor or rocket scientist one day.”
Don chuckled and reached for the jug. Janet spoke up. “A group of us managed to secure the gym of the high school from the zombies. We had plenty of water, but the food quickly ran out. My husband and a few other men tried to go out and scavenge for food. We watched helplessly as they were attacked.” She looked over at me. “They shot at them, but apparently nothing to the head. The zombies kept coming and…there were just too many of them.” She stifled a sob and grabbed the jug. She took a long swallow.
“This stuff grows on you.” She said.
“They were all eaten alive.” Julie said quietly. Tommy began sobbing.
“Now hush Julie. You know it still upsets him.” Janet said. She grimaced as if she was holding back her own tears, but it seemed contrived.
I slowly nodded my head. “We read of similar stories on the Internet. I kind of thought it was BS, or imaginations run wild, but apparently it’s true.” I looked at them. “Did you see any of the zombies attack animals, like the family dog or cat, or did they only go for humans?”
“Oh
“What’s that?” Don asked of Rick. Rick smiled and pointed over to me. “Are there some kind of rules or something?” He asked me.
I hunched over a bit further. “Well, not really.” I replied. “I’m kind of making them up as I go along. I’ve been trying to analyze them with the scant amount of information we’ve got. For instance, we don’t know how it started, its genesis. From what we’ve seen on the news reports, and the Internet before they went down, it started out as some type of flu bug. It quickly grew to pandemic proportions, apparently faster than any other flu outbreak in modern history.” I took a breath and continued.
“It appeared to have originated in the Middle East, maybe Egypt. Rick and I tracked it as it spread across Africa, Europe, Asia, and the Americas. It had no predictable pattern, which is probably due to the modern age of travel. You know, a person can hop on a plane and travel from Cairo to France to New York in twenty-four hours or less. If they’re infected, they can spread it everywhere they go, and then of course it spreads exponentially.” I stopped a moment but everyone was giving me their undivided attention, so I continued. “The virus, and that seems to be what it is, seems to gestate quickly and mutates the host. It seems as though a deadly side effect of the infection is the host becomes very violent. They lose their higher reasoning and thinking processes. They can’t figure out things like how to climb over a fence or maybe open a door, but their gross motor skills are probably enhanced. They feel no pain. It’s possible their central nervous system is just gone, but at least parts of their brain still works. So, only if you go for the head will they truly die. Oh, we know for a fact they can hear and see, so they can probably smell as well. You might want to consider those facts in the future if you light a fire and cook outside. Or wear perfume.” I had noticed the females were wearing perfume, which even though the body odor was still noticeable, smelled good nonetheless. “How long did you guys stay in Fayetteville before you decided to come north?”
The four of them continued to stare at me a moment. Don looked over at Rick. Rick winked. “He’s a smart one. He would have been a doctor or rocket scientist one day.”
Don chuckled and reached for the jug. Janet spoke up. “A group of us managed to secure the gym of the high school from the zombies. We had plenty of water, but the food quickly ran out. My husband and a few other men tried to go out and scavenge for food. We watched helplessly as they were attacked.” She looked over at me. “They shot at them, but apparently nothing to the head. The zombies kept coming and…there were just too many of them.” She stifled a sob and grabbed the jug. She took a long swallow.
“This stuff grows on you.” She said.
“They were all eaten alive.” Julie said quietly. Tommy began sobbing.
“Now hush Julie. You know it still upsets him.” Janet said. She grimaced as if she was holding back her own tears, but it seemed contrived.
I slowly nodded my head. “We read of similar stories on the Internet. I kind of thought it was BS, or imaginations run wild, but apparently it’s true.” I looked at them. “Did you see any of the zombies attack animals, like the family dog or cat, or did they only go for humans?”
“Oh
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