away.”
“He’s also slower than most. I’d say a weaker strain, Type
S, maybe twelve strains under. I’d bet it was the other one he was traveling
with that was the attacker, this one is too slow.” Jana turned to Adam who had
just placed Ed inside an empty cage, “Let’s wait awhile and see if we can catch
the other one. If not, take them both to the Maryland safe house. My daughter is
coming home in a few days and I don’t want to be so wrapped up in my work that I
can’t spend time with her.”
The scrounger was trying to reach through the thin webbing
of steel that covered the cage. He was snarling at them as they watched.
He is what the millionaires are collecting and taking great
interest in. Unbelievable.
Jana moved down to where Ed was being kept. She took a few
minutes to watch him. He was lying on his back, appearing very peaceful. He was
still in a coma and Jana knew he would never wake up again. She also knew from
her research that his brain and body were shutting down. The major parts of his
brain that decoded him a human would be forever snuffed out.
In a few more hours his heart will stop beating and his
lungs will quit working. He will die. Within several minutes or as long as a few
hours, he will stand on his feet and become a walking corpse. Zimbaween. He will
be controlled by a virus that is insatiable. He will thirst and hunger for
living flesh. He will hunt beating hearts and hot blood and will be unstoppable.
Well, he would be except for the fact that the society will be slicing and dicing him into little zombie balls and studying the virus
that lives inside him. He will be used for finding an antivirus and perhaps a
serum that can be used to protect the innocent. Once you’re dead, there is no
coming back from that. Maybe they can prevent the dead part from happening, but
once you’re oatmeal...
Jana turned and headed outside sucking in the fresh air.
Usually Zombies don’t stink so bad, the virus keeps the smell at a tolerable
level but the weaker the strain, the more pungent the odor. The Type S they
caught in the field stunk enough to get Jana outside into the fresh air and into
the radiant rays of the day.
Dillon walked up to her and stood silent, also enjoying the
warmth of the sun on his skin. He enjoyed being close to her, feeling her
presence, watching the gentle wind blow through her hair, seeing the shadows
play across her face. He knew it got to her, it got to him too. The years of
watching death claim the innocent; the years of the endless pain and suffering,
knowing that they were no closer to finding an effective anti-serum; no closer
to ending a potential nightmare perhaps in the making, at this very moment.
Finally he spoke, “The family has agreed to come with us
after the chores are done for the day. They’re still in shock; the chores seem
to make things normal. Jamal and I will brief them after they witness the
transformation following Ed’s death. Shouldn’t be too long now, a few of the
guys will come in from the search and help with the chores. They can be here if
the other one would happen to show up and will also stay until morning to search
the woods further. Chances are we have a digger. He’ll be much easier to find in
the light of day.”
Dillon the ex-military man tried his best to distance
himself from the families of the victims. Children were always the hardest on
him, as victims and survivors both.
Except for the one still on the loose, this operation had
been a simple detain and capture situation. Jana felt sure that her team would
capture the other one before too long. At least she knew that they would hang
around the area until it was found. It may have bunkered down a hole somewhere
as Type N loners were so often known to do. That made capture much more
difficult, but not impossible.
“I hope they spot him soon, daylight will soon be fading.”
Oscar said coming up behind them.
“He’s also slower than most. I’d say a weaker strain, Type
S, maybe twelve strains under. I’d bet it was the other one he was traveling
with that was the attacker, this one is too slow.” Jana turned to Adam who had
just placed Ed inside an empty cage, “Let’s wait awhile and see if we can catch
the other one. If not, take them both to the Maryland safe house. My daughter is
coming home in a few days and I don’t want to be so wrapped up in my work that I
can’t spend time with her.”
The scrounger was trying to reach through the thin webbing
of steel that covered the cage. He was snarling at them as they watched.
He is what the millionaires are collecting and taking great
interest in. Unbelievable.
Jana moved down to where Ed was being kept. She took a few
minutes to watch him. He was lying on his back, appearing very peaceful. He was
still in a coma and Jana knew he would never wake up again. She also knew from
her research that his brain and body were shutting down. The major parts of his
brain that decoded him a human would be forever snuffed out.
In a few more hours his heart will stop beating and his
lungs will quit working. He will die. Within several minutes or as long as a few
hours, he will stand on his feet and become a walking corpse. Zimbaween. He will
be controlled by a virus that is insatiable. He will thirst and hunger for
living flesh. He will hunt beating hearts and hot blood and will be unstoppable.
Well, he would be except for the fact that the society will be slicing and dicing him into little zombie balls and studying the virus
that lives inside him. He will be used for finding an antivirus and perhaps a
serum that can be used to protect the innocent. Once you’re dead, there is no
coming back from that. Maybe they can prevent the dead part from happening, but
once you’re oatmeal...
Jana turned and headed outside sucking in the fresh air.
Usually Zombies don’t stink so bad, the virus keeps the smell at a tolerable
level but the weaker the strain, the more pungent the odor. The Type S they
caught in the field stunk enough to get Jana outside into the fresh air and into
the radiant rays of the day.
Dillon walked up to her and stood silent, also enjoying the
warmth of the sun on his skin. He enjoyed being close to her, feeling her
presence, watching the gentle wind blow through her hair, seeing the shadows
play across her face. He knew it got to her, it got to him too. The years of
watching death claim the innocent; the years of the endless pain and suffering,
knowing that they were no closer to finding an effective anti-serum; no closer
to ending a potential nightmare perhaps in the making, at this very moment.
Finally he spoke, “The family has agreed to come with us
after the chores are done for the day. They’re still in shock; the chores seem
to make things normal. Jamal and I will brief them after they witness the
transformation following Ed’s death. Shouldn’t be too long now, a few of the
guys will come in from the search and help with the chores. They can be here if
the other one would happen to show up and will also stay until morning to search
the woods further. Chances are we have a digger. He’ll be much easier to find in
the light of day.”
Dillon the ex-military man tried his best to distance
himself from the families of the victims. Children were always the hardest on
him, as victims and survivors both.
Except for the one still on the loose, this operation had
been a simple detain and capture situation. Jana felt sure that her team would
capture the other one before too long. At least she knew that they would hang
around the area until it was found. It may have bunkered down a hole somewhere
as Type N loners were so often known to do. That made capture much more
difficult, but not impossible.
“I hope they spot him soon, daylight will soon be fading.”
Oscar said coming up behind them.
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