they joined the thousands of others when the outbreak turned into a pandemic.
Their first mission straight out of a brief training programme was a ‘Kill 204’ mission to test a new genetic weapon, a mix of cytotoxic proteins that affected the dead, Test 72 which was a complete failure most were killed frozen in fear unable to move. However, on their fifth mission to field test ‘seventy-seven’ they were unrecognisable, shells of their former selves. Although they lost two rookies they returned to their military base facility accompanied by three other defence personnel. Dust kicked up as they headed towards the security doors, which were already open and they immediately knew something was wrong. Bodies lay scattered around the sealed inner security doors.
Un-f resh in their worn army gear, Jack and Tim stood guard at the security gate, their adrenalin pumping, while two of the defence soldiers opened the inner security doors.
As the heavy doors creaked opened, a sudden rush of bodies came out clutching at the two soldiers. The female solider didn’t have time to fire her gun. Horrifically and like a documentary on animal predators, she was ripped apart, still screaming, she was eaten alive.
The other soldier fired in all directions as the bodies yanked and gnawed at him. Two of his projectiles slammed into Tim’s chest and abdomen. The puncher wounds and trauma stopped his breathing as he slumped to the floor. The third soldier almost numb with fear fumbled with a spherical shaped M68 grenade. His hands, refusing to follow the commands that his brain was sending them, were useless and he dropped it sending it rolling into a trench drain, in trying to retrieve the wayward grenade the soldier was attacked from all angles from the dead assailants.
Jack dragged Tim away from the slopping entrance, wiping matter that had exploded only minutes earlier from his brow. Shifting his boots Jack pulled Tim to his feet and helped him into the MAK jeep. They sped off away from the military laboratory bunker base, obviously now another home of the dead.
Dust filled the air as they drove past some deserted camps, past a convoy of people, catching glimpse of ruthless thugs stealing at gunpoint. Many of these gangs had sprung up from the mess. In a lawless land, everyone was out for themselves.
Jack stopped the armoured jeep in the middle of a country road. Tim coughed and Jack knew he wouldn’t survive to see another day. He had tried to stem the bleeding earlier but it was no good, Tim had lost too much blood, and with no medical support to turn to, any further attempts would be futile. Jack knew that soon Tim would become one of them, and his friend knew it too. They had agreed from the very beginning that they would not allow each other to turn into one of those ‘things’. Now as Tim sat slouched against an old gnarled tree, Jack realised how difficult it would be to follow through on the pact. He stood looking at his best and oldest friend, with his back to the sun. As the clouds speedily passed overhead, the shadow of the tree danced along the grass.
“I never thought it would end this way, Katie is dead, and I have nothing left , god has abandoned us, or we just simply have abandoned him. It doesn’t matter. Do it Jacko, kill me,” Tim whimpered, grasping at the cold grass. Jack leant down in front of him, took out a needle, and held Tim’s arm.
“I can’t do it, either with god’s help or the devil surrounding us.” he sighed in despair as he placed the needle down. “I can’t.”
Tim’s eyes rolled painfully, “It’s ok Jacko, but if you won’t do it, please can you leave me? Go... Drive. Leave me. Leave me,” Tim begged as tears slid down his face.
Jack stayed with his friend for as long as he felt it was safe, reluctantly, besieged by Tim’s request for him to leave, they said their goodbyes. Jack jumped into the jeep and started the diesel engine, slowly driving away.
He pictured Tim
Their first mission straight out of a brief training programme was a ‘Kill 204’ mission to test a new genetic weapon, a mix of cytotoxic proteins that affected the dead, Test 72 which was a complete failure most were killed frozen in fear unable to move. However, on their fifth mission to field test ‘seventy-seven’ they were unrecognisable, shells of their former selves. Although they lost two rookies they returned to their military base facility accompanied by three other defence personnel. Dust kicked up as they headed towards the security doors, which were already open and they immediately knew something was wrong. Bodies lay scattered around the sealed inner security doors.
Un-f resh in their worn army gear, Jack and Tim stood guard at the security gate, their adrenalin pumping, while two of the defence soldiers opened the inner security doors.
As the heavy doors creaked opened, a sudden rush of bodies came out clutching at the two soldiers. The female solider didn’t have time to fire her gun. Horrifically and like a documentary on animal predators, she was ripped apart, still screaming, she was eaten alive.
The other soldier fired in all directions as the bodies yanked and gnawed at him. Two of his projectiles slammed into Tim’s chest and abdomen. The puncher wounds and trauma stopped his breathing as he slumped to the floor. The third soldier almost numb with fear fumbled with a spherical shaped M68 grenade. His hands, refusing to follow the commands that his brain was sending them, were useless and he dropped it sending it rolling into a trench drain, in trying to retrieve the wayward grenade the soldier was attacked from all angles from the dead assailants.
Jack dragged Tim away from the slopping entrance, wiping matter that had exploded only minutes earlier from his brow. Shifting his boots Jack pulled Tim to his feet and helped him into the MAK jeep. They sped off away from the military laboratory bunker base, obviously now another home of the dead.
Dust filled the air as they drove past some deserted camps, past a convoy of people, catching glimpse of ruthless thugs stealing at gunpoint. Many of these gangs had sprung up from the mess. In a lawless land, everyone was out for themselves.
Jack stopped the armoured jeep in the middle of a country road. Tim coughed and Jack knew he wouldn’t survive to see another day. He had tried to stem the bleeding earlier but it was no good, Tim had lost too much blood, and with no medical support to turn to, any further attempts would be futile. Jack knew that soon Tim would become one of them, and his friend knew it too. They had agreed from the very beginning that they would not allow each other to turn into one of those ‘things’. Now as Tim sat slouched against an old gnarled tree, Jack realised how difficult it would be to follow through on the pact. He stood looking at his best and oldest friend, with his back to the sun. As the clouds speedily passed overhead, the shadow of the tree danced along the grass.
“I never thought it would end this way, Katie is dead, and I have nothing left , god has abandoned us, or we just simply have abandoned him. It doesn’t matter. Do it Jacko, kill me,” Tim whimpered, grasping at the cold grass. Jack leant down in front of him, took out a needle, and held Tim’s arm.
“I can’t do it, either with god’s help or the devil surrounding us.” he sighed in despair as he placed the needle down. “I can’t.”
Tim’s eyes rolled painfully, “It’s ok Jacko, but if you won’t do it, please can you leave me? Go... Drive. Leave me. Leave me,” Tim begged as tears slid down his face.
Jack stayed with his friend for as long as he felt it was safe, reluctantly, besieged by Tim’s request for him to leave, they said their goodbyes. Jack jumped into the jeep and started the diesel engine, slowly driving away.
He pictured Tim
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