Showing posts with label The Infected: Blog Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Infected: Blog Story. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 02, 2013

The Infected: Blog Story - The Complete Second Part

 
 

THE INFECTED: BLOG STORY
PART II
FOGO ISLAND

To read PART ONE, click here

Charlotte Olsen
Malory Drake
Felix Holloway
Connor Mackay
Leila Crestfield
Greta Price
Malik Chatterjee
 

Click on the chapter to read (in reading order)

1.    Piecing the Puzzle
2.    Across the Sea
3.    Inside the Boat
4.    Another Girl Lost
5.    Point the Finger
6.    A Genuine Smile
7.    Peas and Pods
8.    We Become Three
9.    Something About Greta
10.  Prisoners of War

What Happened To Greta Price
Part 1: Q&A
Part 2: Filling the Gap
Part 3: Island-bound for Eternity

11.  Leave No Prisoners
12.  Web of Lies
13.  It's Been Awhile
14.  Campfire Confessions
15.  Digging Deeper Down
16.  Voice of the Past
17.  Killing Bastards Again
18.  Decisions Are Made
19.  Mother and Daughter
20.  Leaving Fogo Island




I have already begun fleshing out the details for part 3 and you all should be reading the first chapter of The Infected: Tokyo Kin very shortly!
Enjoy the read!



Candles are out,
Eleven's Ink



Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The Infected: What Happened to Greta Price (3)


three: island-bound for eternity

Five Days Prior to the Infection

"So what do we do to pass the time? Wanna play cards?" David asked me. He seemed to know what I would answer before I ever opened by mouth. He was already walking towards the closet where the Prices kept their games.

"Not Queen of Hearts," I snicker, "you always win."

David comes back with the deck of cards in his hands and sits down across from me. As he opens the pack, the door to the basement swings wide open and Greta stumbles out - her laptop cradled in her hands.

"Ohmygod David, you'll never believe what I found on the net! Hey Charlie!" She barely looks at me, sits right beside her brother. "I thought It would be perfect for your blog!"

"You guys have way too much time on your hands!" I laugh to myself. Greta and David were always tossing theories around and discussing the latest science buzz.

"You don't get it, Charlie, this is really wack. It was filmed in 1979 and the girl in the vid mentions your name," Greta says, looking at me with wide eyes; just waiting for my reaction.

It doesn't come.

"You know how many Charlotte's there must be in the world? Greta -"

"Just watch it!" She shrieks and presses the play button. David and I exchange a glance before the recording begins.

****

The screen was black for several seconds until one single eye came in view. The image cleared up and zoomed out putting in focus the girl that held the digital camcorder. She had straight black hair with a heavy bang that shadowed her eyes. Mascara ran down her right cheek and she had several deep cuts that ran along the leftside of her face.

The camara shook in her hands and she had trouble staying in the frame. Their wasn't much light on her and the background was undistinguishable. Everything was black.

"This is day five, I am in the subway tunnels below Honshu. They have taken over the city-"

Strange noises could be heard in the distance. The fragile Japanese girl turned around quickly and panic gripped her, evident by the steady shaking of the cam. She brought her attention back to the camera and brushed her hair from her face, revealing another gash across her forehead.

"I don't know how much time I have left before I change but whoever finds this has to know that there is a cure. There is a cure. You have to find - Oh God...no!"

The noises that peppered the darkened tunnels were coming closer and closer. The girl held the camera firmly in her hands as she began running down the lenghty tunnels. The small light attached to the camcorder created straight luminous lines as it juggled wildly in it's owners panicked hands. She could be heard screaming and shouting for help even as she stumbled to the ground.

The camera fell a few feet away from her, the light shining directly in her terrified eyes. She tried to grab the camera but it was just out of reach.

"Find CharloooOOOO -"

Something grabbed her foot from the darkness and dragged the Japanese girl out of sight but her screams could be heard from the dark and her suffering was recorded until the batteries died and the light went out.

****

"Charlo? How is that my name?" I asked, confused as to why Greta was so excited to show us that obviously fake video.

"I don't know, it just made me think of you."

Sometimes I forget just how young Greta is, how vulnerable she is to the world. She's fragile. She's so young.

Now

Malory was quite surprised, yet pleased, that Greta had such a compelling memory. Yet her knowledge of the crisis scared her. The little girl knew too much.

"That is very alarming." Malory said, fumbling with something in the back of her pants.

"Why?"

"Because Denton Drake is my father." The red headed woman answered before turning around, turning the gun on little Greta Price. "And he has no idea about what I am doing in his name."

Malory shot three bullets in the ground, just at Greta's feet. The little girl jumped back, shrieking.

"I know you're not saying the whole truth. Now tell me everything or the next bullet will be in your head." Malory spat, her voice unfaltering even when threatening a small child.

"I told you everything I know," Greta said between tears. One more word and she would be sobbing.

"What do you know about the cure, Greta? Does Charlie have it?"

"I don't know."

"Where is it?"

"I said I don't know!" Greta shouted, angry and hurt. Pained.

"Well say hello to your brother, then."

Malory raised the pistol and pulled the trigger without hesitation. She didn't even linger in respect as Greta crumbled to the floor. She sidestepped the body and walked out. Joining the fleeing crowd.

Leaving Greta on Fogo Island forever.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

The Infected: What Happened to Greta Price (2)


two: filling the gap

Malory was leading Greta down a dark corridor, most likely held under the camp site. The metal sheets that covered the walls and shaking pipes overhead were here long before the Infection began. Fogo Island was an old mining island and many of its old tunnels and digsites still remained.

Greta was getting tired of walking, checking back often to see if Charlotte was following them. She wasn't. They turned into one of the rooms that was most likely used for the miners resting quarters, judging by the beds that lined the walls.

"We'll stay here for a while." Malory said and closed the door behind them.

"What is going on? Did I say something wrong?" Greta answered warily, aware of the sound of shuffling feet outside the door.

Malory kneeled down, just low enough to look directly in the little girl's eyes.

"You said exactly what I wanted to hear. Now tell me, how did you find us? Was it Sarabeth that led you here? Charlotte's mother?"

Greta was afraid herself, but she knew she wasn't as scared as the red-headed woman that knelt before her.

"Yes. She promised that she could end this. I don't want to hurt anyone but I was alone; my family is dead. When Aleksandra killed my brother, I ran out. I ran to hurt her, to see my brother. That's when Charlie's mom showed up with men. She seemed angry about something. Charlotte had been in Del Rio  and supposedly took something from her mom.

"Sarabeth wanted it back. She said it could help us end the war against the dead. She said the only way for us to survive, to be happy, was to find Charlotte and get that thing back."

"What is it? Do you know?" There was a fire in Malory's eyes, one burning bright as her fiery red hair.

"It's a tracking device. That's all I know."

"And you were suppose to retrieve it?"

"Yes. But I promise Charlie and Felix had nothing to do with this."

Malory contemplated what the little girl just said. Her brow lowered as she stood back up. She paced slightly around the room, going over the details that were just leaked to her.

"Greta, did Sarabeth talk about a cure?"

"The night before I signaled your boat, I overheard her talking with Aleksandra about Denton Drake, the CEO of Drake Foods. She said he had a lot more riding on this then her and that if he got the cure before them, the situation would only get worse."

Malory was quite surprised, yet pleased, that Greta had such a compelling memory. Yet her knowledge of the crisis scared her. The little girl knew too much.

"That is very alarming." Malory said, fumbling with something in the back of her pants.

"Why?"

"Because Denton Drake is my father." The red headed woman answered before turning around, turning the gun on little Greta Price. "And he has no idea about what I am doing in his name."


POW POW POW


(to be continued)




Wednesday, July 04, 2012

The Infected: What Happened to Greta Price (1)

one: Q&A

Malory had no intention on going easy with the child. She could see right through the trio's plan to take over the settling, with the help from that blonde girl across the sea. It was plain as sight that Charlotte Olsen hadn't strayed far from the family dynamics. Betrayal and deception was in her blood.

The British readhead stepped out of the first room and accompanied by Connor, made her way towards the other room, the one furthest from the stairs. That's where Greta was being held. Malory nodded to Connor, letting him know she would enter the room herself.

When Malory entered, she half-expected Greta to leap out at her, unleash her youthful rage. But none of that happened. Greta was curled up into a ball, tucked away in one of the corners of the room.

"Hello Greta."

The little girl didn't respond. Malory took a chair out from the closet and sat crossed-leg in front of Greta.

"I have a few questions for you. Just to better assess what is going on. You like Q&A's, Greta?"

Malory was sweet talking the child. Smiling and speaking softly. Greta responded well to this, and nodded in approval.

"Good, because I have a few questions for you. Are you David Price's sister?

Greta nodded again, this time unfolding her arms from around her bent knees, slowly exposing herself. A sign of trust.

"And did the girl from across the sea, Aleksandra; did she murder your brother?"

"Yes." Greta managed to say, although so close to sobbing.

"And did you lead her here? Did you know about this place?"

This time Greta shook her head. "She brought me here."

"So Aleksandra knew of this place?"

It took a while for Greta to answer. She was struggling with an answer.

"Yes. She..." Greta looks around the room then back at the floor. "I promised I wouldn't say anything. She made me promise."

"Aleksandra did?" Malory asked, although she seemed to know that that was not the answer Greta was about to give her.

"No. Charlotte's mother."

And at that answer, Malory's eyes grew twice their size and her jaw dropped. She jumped out of her chair and slammed her hand against the large red push-button by the door, sounding off an alarm. Connor rushed inside the room.

"Is everything -"

"Get Charlotte and Felix. We need to leave."

"Why? What's wrong?"
"She found us. The bitch is here."

"What about your father? He can -"

"Leave him. He deserves whatever it is that comes his way."


(to be continued)

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The Infected: From Original to Blog Story


So now that The Infected: Blog Story (Part 1) is over, I thought it would be fun to compare some fun facts between my original short story that I hand wrote several years ago and the newer blog version of the zombie saga. Here goes!


Original

Title: The Infected Part I
Description: I wake up to a world that has been overrun by zombies. With the help of some friends who have survived, we try to make it to Southkeys Docks - the last safe zone.
Comparison: Because I already used my friends and I's likeness in the Friday the 13th blog story, I had to switch up the characters since I was the main character and my friends were all protagonists in the original The Infected. Part I also takes place in one day in my hometown of Aylmer.

Charlotte is only slightly featured in the first part as Yasmina's friend. She mentions a trip to Tokyo where she visited her step-father, Peter Olsen. While her last name is never mentionned in Part I, we do eventually find out what it is. Charlotte is very much aware of what her step-father has created but it is unknown if she tried to tell anyone.

In the original, I am aided by Aleksann Saumure. I find her in a burning car that rests upside down. She is fending off a zombie that is in the driver's seat. Along with two of my friends, we make it to Yasmina's house, where we believe we'll find the answer to the cure.

Along the way, zombies attack and claim some of us as their own.


Remake

Title: The Infected: Blog Story
Description: When their hometown is overtaken by the walking dead, Charlotte Olsen and Felix Holloway are forced to hit the road and accept the new world that is forming around them.
Comparison: I knew from the get go that I wanted to explore more of the human side to the infection; how we cope in times of struggle, human interactions, trusting, moving forward. The setting and timeframe is completely different, with the blog story unfolding over several weeks  in many different parts of the United States and Canada. I didn't want to revamp it too much so I kept the cause of infection - the general idea - the same.

By doing so, I thought it best to bring Charlotte Olsen to the forefront and explore more of her universe. She is alot less sinister in this version - I gave that part to Aleksandra.

Speaking of the devil. When I wrote the remake, I really wanted to bring Aleksann along but her sweet nature didn't fit right in the trio. In Part II of the original, there is a character named Cassandra ( I will talk about her when The Infected: Fogo Island is over as to not spoil anything) who I also wanted to integrate in this version. So I merged Aleksann and Cassandra to form Aleksandra, who appears sweet on in the outside but is rotting on in the inside.

Although the story happens on a longer period of time, the characters arrive at the safe zone (in this case, Fogo Island, Newfoundland) at the end of Part I. In the original, the characters only arrive at their safe zone (Southkeys Docks) midway through Part II.



David Price

In David Price's backstory, I did use two characters and two scenes - word for word - from the original. Annie and Karl Lochlan's house attack is taken from Aleksann's backstory. What happens to the Prices is also very similar to what happens to Aleksann and her family. Both David and Aleksann's older sister is named Rebekah; in both versions she is attacked outside the house by Karl Lochlan while Annie attacks the family inside.

In the original, Aleksann and her brother Mikko survive Karl and Annie's attack and leave the house in the family's sedan with Mikko behind the wheel. He omits to tell his sister that he has been bitten and slowly begins to show signs of infection which leads to an accident. We find out then that the zombie inside the car when I first find Aleksann is her brother. She is later attacked at Yasmina's house and is shot after rising from the dead.

In David's story, he and his sister survive the attack but David is shot dead by Aleksandra (character vengeance?) while Greta's fate is unknown.


If y'all have questions about whatever, don't hesitate to ask. or critique. or praise. or hate. but hate kindly. :)


Candles are out,
Eleven's Ink

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

The Infected: End of Part 1 (20)

twenty: the island

Grams loved Newfoundland. She had vacationed there several times in the past with Gramps. She said they had some of the best golf courses. As I stand on the edge of the Atlantic Ocean and stare at Fogo Island several miles away, I can hear Grams soft voice carried in the wind.

"What do you think lies ahead of us, now?" I ask Felix. He's throwing pebbles in the water.

"I don't know. I guess it all depends on what you want to do." He answers casually. He stops throwing pebbles to eat and I join him.

Maybe once we get there they will shower us with food. We'll be able to relax in a warm bath, perhaps. I'm not dilusional, though. I know we have just as many chances of landing in a tribe of cannibals.

"I've been thinking alot about it, Felix. I think one of us should go, and one of us should stay behind. Just in case." I finish my can of peas and open another one.

"I'll go. You should stay behind, you've done so much already, Charlie," he rests his hands on my cheeks and pulls me in, "I think it's time I take a chance." He kisses me and goes back to eating his peas.

The wind smells of saltwater as it brushes past us. I take in this moment for what it's worth. There isn't a zombie in sight and we have the world in front of us. But that island - Fogo Island - it sticks out like a sore thumb. I have a bad feeling that I can't seem to shake away. Something isn't kosher with that place. I seriously question their food source.

"I've watched alot of movies about zombies with David. If there is one thing, one thing, you cannot do, Felix, is play hero. Promise me, please, you won't do anything stupid!" This time I'm the one who holds on to him.

"I promise. If everything seems good, i'll come back for you tomorrow."

"And if you don't come back tomorrow?"

Felix kisses me softly, like no other kiss before. I don't want him to go. I don't want to be alone here.

"I will come back tomorrow." We look each other in the eyes and I see confidence in his. I'm sure he sees a nervous wreck in mine. I can barely hold it togheter. I don't want him to go.

"Don't go. Let's just go back to our original plan. Find a place up North, survive on the animals and burn the wood for warmth. It'll be cozy, Felix. We won't have to worry. Felix, I don't want to be alone." I clutch the back of his winter jacket and bury my face in his neck. I'm crying again.

"Charlie, I want to prove to you that I can keep you safe. So far, nothing says that island isn't safe. I'll go check it out. I promise you I will be back tomorrow regardless of the outcome. I promise you!"

I take a couple of minutes to take it in and then I let go of Felix to look him in the eyes. He raises his hand to my hair and smiles. I knew he'd like the new cut eventually.

"Just come back."

"I will"

We kiss one last time before he walks over to the ferry. The broadcast said that someone would come with a boat everyday at dawn. The sun is just about ready to set. I watch him go and hide behind the bushes.

Tomorrow, everything will change.



Monday, January 02, 2012

The Infected: Blog Story (19)

nineteen: broadcast

"What did you do?" Felix asks me the moment he wakes up.

"You talking about my hair or about the dead bastard besides the Jeep?" I answer with a smile as I turn the key and bring the engine to life. I shift the gears in drive and pull out of our snowy refuge.

"The ha...Both! What happened?" Felix says as he jumps in the passenger seat.

"I needed a haircut. Zombie boy just happened to come strolling our way when it happened. Luckily one of us was awake." I make sure to make him feel bad. Imagine more of them had come in the night. We would have been trapped and eaten within minutes.

"Sorry, I guess I needed the sleep." He blushes and I reassure him. I forget to mention that I was scared and that I did want him to wake up. Maybe I forgot on purpose.

Felix plays with the dial and still, we hear no broadcasts. I drive down along the mountainside, continuing our destination north. By nightfall we should reach the Canadian border. About a week ago we saw a survivor walking on the road just before we settled at the bottom of the mountain. He seemed harmless and Felix wanted to stop and help.

I talked him out of that idea. Last time we accepted help, we put both our lives in danger and soon thereafter, I lost David because of it. As we drive along the deserted highway north, I think back to that survivor we didn't pick up. Think of the tension it created since.

"We should talk about what happened. About that man who was stranded."

"Why? You made it clear what you wanted to do if we encountered humans." Felix says and the mood in the Jeep shifts drastically. I instinctively go to brush some hair behind my hear only to realise I can't. Pixie haircut. Forgot.

"I don't want to argue, Felix. We both have different views about this and we should talk it out. Your all I have, Felix. I don't want to jeopardize that."

"You're the one who keeps telling me I need to understand this new world, forget the old. You're the one who tells me I need to man up if we want to survive. I'm telling you now, that we will never make it on our own."

The stenght of his words weigh me down and I'm forced to pull over on the shoulder. Does he really think that? Does he really think we can't manage on our own, survive this cruel world depending on each other?

"We've made it this far haven't we?" I say as the Jeep's engine comes to a roaring stop.

"By sheer luck. If it hadn't been for Aleks, we would have been dead long time ago."

"Right, Aleks. The same bitch who killed David and tried to murder us. That Aleks. Why don't you go and find her, then, if she's so god damn perfect?" I try and hold back the tears but I can't and soon Felix is wiping my cheeks dry.

"I didn't mean it that way. I mean if we align ourselves with strong people, we will have..."

We are both forced silent when odd noises come streaming from the radio's speakers. It can't be.

"Is anyone...We have safe sh...This is not the end...Is anyone out there...We have safe...Not the end. Military base on Fogo Isl...Fo...Land. Be brave"

Both Felix and I remained still in the Jeep, our eyes and ears glued to the radio. Gooseflesh invades my skin and I start laughing. Felix swings over to hug me and I scream. I scream of joy. Joy.

"We're saved!"








Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The Infected: Blog Story (18)


eighteen: reflections

It's hard to picture a happy ending with Felix. But then again, I can barely imagine a life without him now. We've been surviving for the past fourty two days and some would argue we've been doing a poor job. My limbs are weak, my mind is as sharp as a dull knife, and with this unexpected pregnancy, my hormones are shifting worst then freight elevators.

But as I try and catch some shut eye in the back of the Jeep, somewhere isolated in the Appalachian valley, my mind suddenly drifts to a series of what ifs. What if I had ran towards David's house instead of back home? Would David be alive now instead of Felix? And what if Felix had been unable to manage his sister's attacks?

Felix shifts in his sleep an he accidently elbows me in the ribs. I can't take it. I wiggle myself out of my sleeping bag and slip my way into the front seat. The windows have a thick frost on them, and in the black of the night I am unable to see anything outside the Jeep. I hate that!

I turn the key into the ignition, sparking the car to life on the batterie's energy and decide to check the radio. It's become an obsession of mine. Still nothing though, on every channel it is nothing but static. I sigh catch my reflection in the vanity mirror above my head. The flap is down and I can see my face for the first time in three weeks.

I look dreadful. My eyes are puffy, my skin is grey. My lips are nothing but thin red lines that cover my teeth. I'm a shadow of my old self. My bushy brown hair is a tangled mess and impulsively, I feel like chopping it off.

I start rumaging through the glove compartment and find nothing. Then I remember the first aid kit in the back besides the water cooler. I try not to make a sound and open the door. I check back to see if it has awakened Felix when it happens. The door flies open, pulling me with it and I fall in the snow beside the Jeep.

I get to my hands and knees and find myself in front of a very large zombie. And he doesn't look frozen to me. It snaps it mouth and tries to lunge at me.

"FEELIX!!" I scream and jump to my feet just as the bastard swings its claws at me. This one is quick and he is ferocious. His skin has barely decayed although it is striped black with veins and he has that distinctive rotting smell. The evil in his eyes is unbearable to look at. It has every intent to rip me to shreads and I have nothing to defend myself with.

I try and run around it but the zombie is fast and before I can move it lunges. It can't scratch me. Dear Lord, please don't let this fucking bastard touch me. I let out a shriek as I kick it in the shin, breaking its leg as if it was a rotted log. It caws and moans and tries to grab onto me as I run past it. Doesn't even care about his wound. The bastard only wants my flesh.

"FELIX!!" I open the door of the Jeep and grab mister sleepyhead's axe. I swing back around, raise the axe above my head and bring it down on the zombie's skull, severing his head in half.

I linger there for a minute, as snow begins to fall around me. Black puss begins to stain the white blanket of snow around the zombie. I look up at the moon and it shines so bright tonight. My heartbeat settles down.

Normal as if I just had sunday supper I place the axe back inside the Jeep, grab the scissors from the first aid kit and raise them to the lock of hair I have in my hand.






Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Infected: A Very Merry Xmas Special

two years prior to infection

Snow is falling down in lush and thick snowflakes, covering the grounds of New-York City within hours. It was a beautiful sight to see from the penthouse suite of the Ritz-Carleton. Charles Olsen was standing behind the glass pane, admiring the white cityscape below him while he enjoyed a glass of MacCutcheon - his favourite whisky.

His wife, Sarabeth, was just putting on her final pieces of jewellery and then they would be off to their annual Christmas fundraiser. Charles had alot to accomplish tonight and he thought maybe his wife was taking her time on purpose.

"Are you almost done, Beth? He's waiting for us." Charles says as he raises his glass and finishes the remaining whisky. He's impatient at closing the deal. He would finally be able to expand the business, a dream of his since he first took over Olsen Pharmaceuticals from his ailing father.

Sarabeth walks out of the bathroom and Charles turns around to admire her beauty.

"Too bad you're inside doesn't match your outside." He says and walks towards the door.

"Ever so charming, Charles." Sarabeth lets out and follows her husband out of the hotel suite.


*****

Charles shifts uncomfortably in his seat while his wife pours herself another glass of champagne. They are in their limo, on their way to Carnegie Hall. Mr. Olsen's cellphone rings and it breaks the tense silence.

"Hello. Oh, hi Charlotte. Yes, we're on our way there now." Charles rolls his eyes and answers with a series of yesses. "I'm sure Grams can take care of it. I'm really busy right now, Charlotte. Yes. Have a good night, sweetie."

He shuts off his cellphone and slips it back in his pocket. He feels his wife's cold stare on him and looks at her.

"Can't take five minutes to talk to her?" Sarabeth says as she chugs the remnants of her champagne cup.

"I don't see you picking up your phone to call her back." Charles answers back flatly just as the limo comes to a stop and the chauffeur announces their destination.

"Now put a smile on. We have a deal to close." Charles says as he steps out of the limo and into the cold Christmas night.

*****

Carnegie Hall is adorned with blinking, vivid Christmas lights and brought to life with tall, massive Christmas trees. There is festive music playing smoothly in the background and the guests are chattering away while enjoying tiny, tasteful hors-d'oeuvres.

Sarabeth is discussing the current crisis in Darfour when her husband suddenly pulls her away for a private meeting. They walk hand-in-hand, smiling to each other as if madly in love. They make their way out of the hall and into a side hallway that leads to a private chamber in the west wing.

Evergreen garlands hang criss-crossed above them and discrete red lighting sets a very festive tone. A man dressed as Santa Claus greets them at the door and lets them in. Although he looks harmless, Charles can only guess what kind of weapons are concealed under the jolly red suit.

Sarabeth and Charles walk inside the room like old lovers. It's astonishing how well they can play the part. A man dressed in black sits at the desk in the middle of the room, two croonies on either side of him. He gestures for Charles and his wife to take a seat. They smile and sit down across from the man.

"I'm glad you accepted my invitation. Have you finally accepted the offer?" The man says sharply, a certain whimsy in his voice.

"We will be breaking hundreds of federal laws along the way. You are certain nothing will happen to us?" Charles says and he is convincing in his plight for both he and his wife's safety.

"You will be working for the US government, Mr. Olsen. I assure you immunity in return for your research."

Charles goes to speak but Sarabeth cuts him off and she genuinely sounds concerned. "Will this be used in war, Mr. Secretary of Defense? This weapon could be extremely dangerous."

"Call me Robert, I insist. Now don't be silly, we have no intention on actually using the chemical agent. We simply want to possess the technology."

At first Charles can't tell if the Secretary of Defense is angry or just taken aback by his wife's untimely rude comment. Charles excuses her on basis of a glass of champagne too much and asks her politely to leave and let the grown men discuss the important issues. Sarabeth scoffs and turns to leave. She doesn't forget to wink flirticiously at Mr. Secretary of Defense.

"Now what were we talking about, Mr. Olsen?"

"We were just about to seal the deal. I formulate this weapon of mass destruction and you pay me billions of dollars." Charles says, and accepts the cigar that is handed to him by one of Robert Scott's goons.

"You'll make millions of Americans proud, Mr. Olsen, I hope you know that. If you can do this...master the dead...we will be unstoppable," says Secretary of Defense Robert Scott; a certain brightness in his eyes as he delivers the last line.

Charles had always distrusted politicians and men like Robert Scott, but this deal was too good to fork over. If he realised his objectives, the United States of America would hold the power to reanimate the dead.

*****

Charles joins his wife, who is chatting away with Margaret Jones, and politely asks her to dance. Sarabeth accepts gracefully and gives her hand to her husband. He leads her to the dancefloor and as they get swallowed in by the crowd and the sounds of Christmas music, Sarabeth whispers in her husband's ear:

"Once this is over, I want a divorce"

"Well...Merry Christmas to you, too" Charles answers back, a smile forming across his face.



Friday, December 23, 2011

The Infected: Blog Story (17)

seventeen: northbound


David was prepared for this. There's gas cans in the back, canned goods neatly placed in a box beside the thirty gallons of water. I found women's clothing as well. Maybe he was fighting it out with someone else, like Felix and I.

All of that doesn't even matter anymore. David is dead. Aleksandra must have stayed back and followed us into Del Rio. She knew what I thought of David, knew my deep feelings for him. She murdered him in cold blood. Felix has tried to reassure me, tell me everything will be okay but it won't. Nothing will ever be the same. We have been left for dead by our God.

"What are you thinking about?" Felix asks me as we pass the sign which once informed drivers that they were nearing Oklahoma City. With the zombie infection, we now see those signs as warnings. Cities are dangerous now.

I turn to look at him. His eyes are sulken and the skin around them is puffy and dark. God has left us for dead. "Thinkin' about how our God abandoned us here."

"God has nothing to do with this." Felix says, trying to reassure me. He keeps his eyes on the road.

"Right. He only created us, has nothing to do with destroying us. Get it." I'm being mean to him again. I can't help it. I doubt he would be interested in me back in the old world. I know he wasn't. I declared my love for him in front of the whole school and he denied me a response and only laughed. He changed, I know that. But the situation we are in has left him with only one choice. Me.

"You are still alive, Charlie. Don't you think He has something to do with it?"

"Everyone I cared for is dead. Don't preach to me, Felix, it won't work. Anyhow, I stopped believing in Him way before any of all this happened."

"Then why do you feel abandonned by Him?" Felix asks me.

"Can we change the subject? I'm sorry I even brought it up."

"Yeah. Check the stations, we haven't done it in a while."

Since we left Del Rio last week we have been checking the radio several times a day, hoping to find a broadcast of survivors at the least, one from the US army at best. Nothing but static noise responded. Our plan was to head north into the forests. I read in several books that zombies tend to freeze quicker then humans, therefore unable to attack us.

Felix and I had made a pact though that a strong broadcast message could influence our destination but only if both people felt safe about the decision.

I play with the tuner, going up the dials but still there is nothing. I sigh and look out the window. The landscape has changed so much;  i've never been passed Amarillo, Texas - where daddy's sister Camilla lives. It's so cold up here and as we contour Oklahoma city, the first snow falls. Even for mid-october, snow in these parts of the southern states is rare. Our atmosphere is changing.

"I think we'll be able to go into the big cities from here on out." Felix suggests as we enter Norman, Oklahoma.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea. There's much worst then zombies lurking around now, Felix. Who knows, Canada might even be safe. America can be quarantined for all we know."

"No, Aleks even said she saw news reports of attacks in Japan and England before all of this went down here. No, you know it as much as me. They spread fast." Felix says as he pulls over in front of a pharmacy. The casual mention of her name shoots an arrow of pain in my heart. David is dead. This town is dead. A few zombies walk here and there but nothing threatening.

Felix steps out of the Jeep but not before I suggest going in instead of him. "You keep watch, i'll go in."

He gives me a suspicious look, mainly because it's always been Felix who has went inside the stores we looted. He finally concedes and gets back inside the Jeep. I give him a kiss and make him promise he won't leave me behind.

*****

The pharmacy is completly trashed. I don't stop to look, I know exactly what I want. The aisles are completly ransacked and it takes me some time before I find what it was I came in for. Among the opened pill bottles and scattered boxes of allergy medicine, I find the blue box that can answer my question. I pick it up and read the small print below the brand name. Clear Blue. Get a clear answer.

I pull down my pants and squat right there in Norman's only Pharmacy. I follow procedure and get back up, I don't even bother to pull up my pants. It promises results within minutes. The longest time delay of my life. I can't have a baby. Not now. Not ever.

Something begins to appear in the circular frame that is suppose to tell if i'm with child or not. The words finally appear on the little screen. Pregnant 2-3. I drop the stick to the ground and remain stiff, my pants around my ankle. Felix walks in and it takes some time before I notice him.

"What are you doing?" He asks me, a puzzled look on his face.

"Um, had to pee." I pull up my pants, grab a box of tampons to throw him off the scent and walk back out. "Nothing good to loot." I say as I pass him.

He lingers there for a second and then walks out of the pharmacy without saying a word. Something tells me he knows what I did.



Monday, December 19, 2011

The Infected: Blog Story (16)

sixteen: lightning strikes twice

We're in the heart of Maybell forest, Felix sleeping soundlessly beside me. I shake him just a bit only to confirm that he truly is asleep. I be careful not to trip over the rope that we tie around our camp. It has several bells on it to wake us up in case a zombie came to close. Never happened yet.

I step over the rope and find the closest tree I can find. I hide behind it and within seconds, I am throwing up the canned carrots and stale bread we had for supper. Why can't I keep anything down? As I crouch beneath the massive pine tree, I can't help but to notice how weak my legs are. I look up at my arms. They are so tiny.

I hurl up a couple more times before I return to my uncomfortable blanket. It barely muffles the rocks that litter the forest floor. I snuggle in against Felix's warm body. In the fall it can get terribly cold at night in northern Texas. Tonight is no exception.

*****

Felix wakes me with a start. I shoot my arm back and grab my makeshift spear. The baseball bat is in my other hand within seconds.

"Whoa, we're not being attacked. Sorry, shouldn't have been so dramatic" Felix says with a smile. I blush and drop my weapons.

"Don't ever do that again!" I slap him on the shoulder and laugh under my breath. It's crazy how my world has changed in the last month. But i'm alive. Felix is alive. He's all I have now.

"Getting lost in my eyes?"

I snap back to now and contemplate Felix's handsome features. His messy hair and impressive body is only enhanced by the deep green of his eyes. "Don't you know, I can find my way out of anything. Never get lost." I smile and start folding my blanket and put it in my pack. Felix is already prepared.

We've been watching Del Rio from afar for the past three days. We know where the dead gather and they seem to have formed groups and within those groups some have particular patterns. As I had noticed earlier, they are slowly rotting away, their bodies slowing down and their skin is striped black. But they are strong, and nothing slows them down except blunt trauma to the brain.

We've yet to see any survivors and thank fucking God we haven't seen the likes of Aleks since our scuffle at Romero Foods. But now. Now we're going in for David. I need to know what happened to him.

"We should be at David's house in five minutes if we don't encounter any of those bastards. You ready?" Felix tells me as he rests the axe on his shoulder.

"Yeah. Don't forget, we don't die here Felix. We are going to find David. And then we're going far far away from here."

He takes in a deep breath and I go in for a kiss. Felix pulls away and i'm left wanting more.

"Come on, we can't waste anymore time." He says and walks towards the edge of the forest where Onco street begins. I roll my eyes and follow him begrudgingly.

At the corner of Onco and Palm sits the Price family townhouse. There are several zombies crawling about but nothing terrifyingly serious. Most of the bastards are all up near the mall. Some dumbasses have decided to try and survive there. Worst thing to do is lock yourself in somewhere.

"Ready?" Felix asks me

"For David Price" I whisper and grip my weapons proudly. My heart is fucking beating hard. Jesus Christ.

Felix starts running and I soon catch up to him. He runs to the first zombie we encounter and he swings the axe vertically slicing off the top of the bastard's head. I keep on going and stop in front of the dead girl that is crawling in front of me.

Victoria Crow.

Her eyes are so hollow. She's decaying rapidly, faster then the other ones we've seen. I feel good putting her out of her misery. Even she doesn't deserve this. I raise my spear above my head and bring it down through her softened skull.

Felix joins me and gasps. I forgot that they were friends. The old world seems so far away now.

"Come on, we need to move!" I say pulling him away, pulling him towards David's house.

Just then I hear a low rumble in the distance, almost like a motor running. I grab onto Felix just as a red Jeep comes screeching around the corner and pulls to a stop right before us. David is sitting in the driver's seat. David. I can't believe it.

"DAVID!" I cry out, and begin to cry; of excitement, of joy, of relief. David is safe. He's alive. I start running towards the Jeep when I hear it. A gunshot. We don't have guns. I turn around to see if Felix was shot but he seems okay.

In the distance, I notice Aleksandra walking out of the forest, her arms raised and in her hand she carries a gun. David.

I spin around and see David clutching at a wound in his chest. His white shirt is soaked with blood. No, no, not now, not David. He's alive. NO.

"NO!! No!" I run to the jeep and open the door. David slumps into my arms and we both fall to the pavement. Felix comes running up behind me and helps me lie David down.

He's shaking violently and there is blood everywhere. I hear another gunshot and then Felix screams at me to get in the Jeep.

"WE CAN'T LEAVE DAVID!" I yell, as Felix jumps into the driver's seat. David isn't moving anymore. He's limp and heavy in my arms. This isn't happening.

"CHARLIE!! GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!"

I kiss David on the cheek. "I miss you"

Gunshots ring around me and I see Aleksandra running closer towards us. I run around the Jeep and jump inside just as Felix puts it in drive and floors it, leaving Aleks and David behind, leaving Del Rio once more with pain and tragedy.

I'm numb and while Felix drives onto the highway, I watch the sun set behind the hills and soon I fall asleep. Tonight I dream of David.





Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The Infected: Blog Story (15)

fifteen: escape

"There you are!" I say, finding Felix in the backroom, filling up a large garbage bag with anything edible he can find. "I've been calling your name for ten minutes." I rest against the door frame and admire his beauty. Although his survival skills have turned me completly away, I can't resist looking at him as he flexes all those muscles.

Just then he looks up at me and his eyes catch mine. We linger there for a second. But then thoughts of David creep in and I look away, slightly embarassed.

"I'm just finishing up here. Is the front all ready?" He answers me. Felix puts in the last can of food and gets up from the tiled floor. I can't help but to realise how much he changed in the past two weeks.

"Um, yeah. I did everything you asked. We should be ready to leave before dawn" I turn to leave but not before Felix grabs my wrist and pulls me in for a kiss. I abandon myself to lust and my mouth answers back wildly. I kick the door shut and keep whatever happened in there to myself.

*****

Being in Romero Foods for thirteen days has been rough on my mental state. We've rationned the little food that was left and we have half a garbage bag left for our walk back to Del Rio. I've kept this from Felix but for the past four days, I have been vomiting every night. We aren't getting enough vitamins. Grams always made sure I ate right.

I join Felix by the back door just as he prepares the finishing touches of our escape plan. It consisted of blowing up the entrance, attracting the zombies to the noise. If all goes well, we'll be able to escape using the back door. I'm crossing my fingers.

Felix lights the makeshift fuse and as the spark travels, we arm ourselves. We managed to find several convenient weapons. I have a knife which I fashioned at the end of a stick and a metal baseball bat. Felix has an axe.

"You ready?" Felix asks me, his hand resting on the doorknob.

I'm not ready to go back out there. The spark nears the inflamable contraption we created, and i'm not ready for the next move. I take a deep breath just before the store bursts into flames. Felix shoves the door open and drags me outside with him.

The sun and moon share the sky and lights the desolate landscape in blue. There isn't a zombie in site.

"Come on!" Felix screams and we start running towards the highway, our legs barely capable of keeping up with our anticipation. I cry as as I run and don't bother to look back. I've left myself there. I will never be the same again.

*****

We're sitting on the grass, just on the outskirts of Del Rio. Felix is rubbing my back, comforting me. He understand how hard it is to go back. We both left our families behind.

"So how do you wanna do this?" Felix asks me, and gives me a peck on the cheek.

"I don't want to go by my house. I say we go in through Maybell forest, and then use Onco street to get to David's house. And we wait for morning." I answer, looking out at what used to be my hometown. Only ruins were left. From the highway, it looked like a ghost town.

"And you're still sure you want to do this?" Felix says with caution, and it makes me laugh a bit.

"I've come to terms with the fact that David is probably dead. But I need to know."

He starts rubbing my neck and soon i'm resting on top of him, his hands running freely through my hair.

"Promise me you'll never leave me, Felix. I don't want to be alone"

He leans in and kisses my forehead. My eyelids are heavy. I'm so tired.

"I promise you I will never leave your side."

My thoughts drift and soon i'm knocked cold. I don't dream. Haven't dreamed in three weeks.







Saturday, November 19, 2011

The Infected: Blog Story (14)

fourteen: not normal anymore

"What the fuck, Aleks!" I say the moment Felix finished barricating the front door to Romero Foods, the local supermarket the size of a two car garage. I quickly notice it's already been raided.

"I'd like to remind you I'm the one with the gun" Aleks says, and the tone is nothing close to friendly.

"Whoa. Let's chill out." Felix chimes in. Everything I thought about him before; the strong jock, the confident guy, all of that disapeared with the rest of humanity. He's nothing but a scared little boy. Funny how our roles reversed from our first day out of Del Rio. He still hasn't come to grips with this. We are our only way out. There is no plan B.

"We will not chill out! Aleks, what the fuck did you do? You killed those kids! You shot them!" I'm borderline hysterical, clutching at my brown curly mane, my eyes twisted in anger. I can't stand looking at her.

"They could have harmed us! Taken our guns! I've seen shit nightmares are made of, Charlie. You think it's those beasts, those pour bastards that you need to worry about?" She says, pointing at the ghouls that are banging against the storefront window. "It's not them you have to fear it's us. Humans. Men will rape you before they help you."

"Oh Jesus Christ, cut the crap Aleks. Those kids wouldn't have raped any of us. If you don't give me your gun, I want you to leave." I say, crossing my arms against my chest. I'm tired, I'm hungry and I want to find a place of safety. It's not here and it's not with her. I'm even doubting Felix's ability to survive.

"You want me to leave?" She laughs and it doesn't come from the heart nor the soul but from somewhere dark. Aleks is seriously unstable. "Do you want me to leave?" She asks, looking over at Felix.

He looks at me then back at Aleks. His reaction time is dissapointing. I thought Felix would have been with me on this, supported me in this decision. We both knew it would come to this it was just a matter of time before it did. If we wait, she may turn on us with those guns.

"Don't even bother, I'll leave." I don't even look at Felix as I make my way towards the door. I don't know what will happen the moment I open it, but I figure it's better then waiting for my turn at the receiving end of the pistol's barrel.

"Wait!" It's Felix, he has his hand against the door. His eyes staring back into mine. "Don't go," he says in a whisper, barely audible. The smooth skin of his cheek caresses mine. He turns and confronts Aleks. "We don't want trouble. But since you have the guns, I think it would be fair for you to leave. Give us time to gather some stuff."

He isn't super confident and I can hear the break in his voice. This world isn't the same. The sooner he realizes that, the better. We can't be pushed aside. Aleks looks like a young girl. But inside, she's an animal like the rest of us. That thirst for blood, for suvival, it always manages to find its way to the top. I don't want to be anywhere near her when it does.

"You guys are pathetic." I was expecting her to threaten us, force us into a corner and kill us point blank. She just struts over to the door and before walking out she turns to us. "You won't make it to California. You don't know this world any better then you did the last. Best of luck to you both." She winks and flips her blonde hair back and simply walks out into the streets.

As Felix runs over to secure the door again, I hear gunshots outside and my heart finally begins to find it's rythm again. She's gone. "I feel so much safer already" I say, sitting down in one of the aisles. I reach for something, anything and settle for a family size bag of peanuts.

Felix sits across from me with several chocolate bars. The place was looted and anything consistent or anywhere near nutritious had been taken. From the looks of it though, we still could walk away with several bags.

"Still want to go look for David?" Felix says, biting off a chunk of his Mars bar.

"Yes. I think going home will do us good. We have to make a decision, Felix."

"And what's that?"

I scoop up a handful of peanuts and chow them down in a second. I still have bits of peanuts in my mouth when I answer.

"We can't walk around forever. And I don't want to be anywhere near that crazy nutjob ever again; if she is heading to Cali, I say we look for David and head north. The west coast can't be the only safe place. It can't."

I make myself believe it. I've seen zombie movies before. Who knows if California is even safe. If anywhere is safe. As we sit and eat in Romero Foods, I finally take it all in. I will never see my family again. I drop the bag of peanuts and begin to sob.

I will always have to fight to survive.




Monday, November 14, 2011

The Infected: Blog Story (13)

thirteen: overnight


"We can't wait here forever. The sun will set and it'll be too late. We need to go in now." Aleks insists, whispering to Felix and I as we lie in the tall grass, observing Romero from a distance. A large rain cloud was floating above us all day, threatening to unleash its wrath at any moment.

I  can see the auto repair shop that I broke into last week. Still see the blood smeared across the diamond squared windows, the shattered glass door. A row of bungalows line the street across from us and behind that is a field that stretches all the way to the forest's edge. To our left is what would be called centertown. Shops vary in shapes and sizes along the main road with Tony's auto repair shop standing firmly in the middle.

And all the space in between is occupied by walking corpses, decaying slowly as they walk pointlessly in circles, some continously walking into the same wall, others slumped against trash bins, moaning and cawing their horrible sound. The stench is unbearable.

"And what do you suggest we do, Aleks? The town is dead. There's no way we'll make it to a store, supply ourselves and leave unscathed." I try and keep my calm but my anger filters itself out through gritted teeth. She can't be serious. We need food, that cannot be denied, but I am not risking my life for a suicide mission.

"You tell us, Charlie. Your the one who Duked it out back there. How many did you kill with that staff?" She asks pointing at the bloodied branch i've been carrying since we left our hiding spot. The same spot where I single handedly took down several zombies. Felix doesn't say a word. So not surprised.

I knew this would somehow come back to haunt me. But I was sure it would come in a dream.

"I was trashed with adrenaline, Aleks. I don't know how I managed. As for that," I point to the swarm of rotting corpses walking aimlessly in the town square, "That is a whole other fucking ballgame."

"Then let the first inning begin. Who's keeping scores?" Aleks sounds excited, something gleeful escapes her mouth when she speaks. I have no time to drag her down, she's already running down the hill.

Felix sighs and shakes his head. "I thought she had stealth. I think I thought wrong."

"Come on, she's going to die down there." I hold onto my branch, my staff as Aleks called it. I look into Felix' eyes and before we run down to catch up to Aleks, he brushes the few curly strands of hair away from my face and leans in for a kiss.

It feels awfully out of place right now. I shy away. "Not now, Felix." I know he's hurt. But this isn't the time. I spot Aleks down by Main street, knocking out some zombies. She's smart enough not to use the gun at least.

POW POW POW

Nevermind. "Let's go get her before all hell breaks loose."

"Kinda happened already" He says matter-of-factly. I grimace and run down the hill after Aleks.

What happened in the woods was nothing compared to how I feel at this precise moment. Seeing so many of them. Who were they? I try and shake the past lives of strangers out of my head as I knock 'em down but each time I bash a skull in I wonder what occupation they held, if they had children - or worst - parents. I never even knew I had this instinct in me, this will to survive. I'm so hungry.

"Guys, we need to get to the supermarket!!" I yell at Felix at Aleks who are both busy fighting off their own demons. Aleks seems to be enjoying it a bit too much.

"AHH!" I swing the branch sideways and wack the oncoming zombie across the face, ripping off its left ear and taking out its eye. It falls to the ground and I close in and stab the staff down into its soft, decaying flesh, and into its brain. It snaps one last time before going limp. I turn back to Aleks and Felix.

"I SAID WE HAVE TO GET TO -" Just then two boys come walking out of what looks like a music shop. One is armed with a electric guitar and the other is keeping watch. Survivors.

I see the movement. I know what is going on but somehow, I just can't accept it as truth. I feel the first raindrop on my skin. Aleks spins around and I swear it is in slowmotion. Her blonde hair blows in the wind behind her. She pulls her pistol out and without thinking, without even blinking an eye she brings down the two boys.

"NOOOO!" I'm running towards them, hitting random zombies as I make my way to the boys. I don't look at Felix, don't look at Aleks. I just run past them. The boys. They must be thirteen, fourteen. Just a few years younger then we are. Harmless. Their both lying there, still. As if being awaken from a dream, I finally take in my surroundings.

I hear Aleks and Felix fighting off the hoard of undead. I fight the tears, supress my anger, ignore the rage that is threatening my very survival. Get it togheter, Charlie.

Moaning erupts from my left and without even looking - partly because my gaze is fixed on Aleks - I stab my staff inside a zombie's eye socket and leave it there. I've been supressing my anger and sadness for too long.

"We need to get to the supermarket, now! We'll fortify if we need to. Give me your gun, Aleks!" The first lightening strikes in the background and the rain begins to fall hard.

"I'm not giving you my gun." Aleks says, stabbing her knife in the female zombie's ear and then kicking her in the stomach. "Lead the way," she adds.

I catch a glimpse of Felix. He is pale as a ghost. He can't even stand up for them, for me. We're going to die.




Tuesday, November 08, 2011

The Infected: Blog Story (12)

twelve: awakening

It's morning. It's dark but light can be found on the horizon. I sit up on the hard forest floor and stretch my limbs before actually standing. It's getting harder and harder to move, to act, to live. I'm hungry. I need to pee. I look down at Felix and remember last night. What have I done?

I don't wake anyone up.It's too early and God knows they can use the sleep. We all can I suppose but I find it better to be awake then sleeping, where my dreams haunt me. I find a tree that suits me and kneel in front of it. While i'm crouched, doing my business, it suddenly dawns on me that we haven't seen human or animal in well over a week.

I find a few spare leaves to clean myself and I'm just about to pull up my pants when I hear it. The low grumble, that raspy yawn that haunts my dreams. I know I won't be quick enough.

I spin around and find myself face to face with a swarm of walking corpses all more disgusting then the next. I count ten of them. They are not as quick as the ones we've seen back home and in Romero. These ones are slow but they are all looking at me, coming closer, cawing.

If I scream, more will come. I'm surrounded. All around, coming closer. I imagine David with me, reminding me of the zombie's weaknesses. They are slow, they are stupid. They can be outsmarted. I have to destroy the brain.

I snap out of it, lunge forward and grab a broken branch from the ground. I know I can't use it to smash in their skulls. But I sure can stab these bastards eyes out!

The first three that come to me are already wounded in several places and one is missing an arm. I cannot let them touch me. I swing the branch around and stab it through the first zombie on my left. Black puss coats the branch as I pull it out and the zombie slumps to the ground.

My heart rate is starting to settle as the adrenaline takes over my every move. I jump back and spear the zombie in front of me through his left eye. I shake the zombie off the stick and gauge the one on my right. I stand there panting as the remaining hoard gathers around me. I'm not fucking dying here.

With as much speed as I could muster right there and then, I massacred the vile beasts, the abominations. Knock them to the ground, stab them through the eye and push until the skull pops the brain shut. All ten of them are on the ground and I'm covered in black shit, their blood most likely. I drop the branch and run my hands through my thick curly hair.

The hot Texas sun is starting to peak through the trees, casting deep curved that emphasize the corpses that lay on the forest ground. Something stirs to my left. I drop, grab the branch and point it straight ahead. Straight at Aleks.

"What the fuck happened here?" She says and I can tell she's confused. Looks at me, wondering if i'm going to change.

"Don't worry, I wasn't harmed." I walk past her and shove the branch in her hands.

I can take care of myself. I walk back towards our little settlement and realise that I can take care of myself. I realise i've been putting something off for too long. I find Felix sitting by the fire, clutching at his stomach. We need food.

"We're raiding Romero in an hour."

"Yes, ma'am" Felix answers and gives me a salute. I smile as does he.

"And then we're going to find David." I say, and he loses his smile.

"You remember the first night? Do you? Del Rio is gone. We're passing through it to get to California and that is it. We can't stay in towns for long, Charlie. You know what happens when they get in groups more then anyone else."
"So you're acknowledging the zombies, now?" I say and rest my hands on my hips.

Just then Aleks comes back, still holding the stick. "If you didn't believe it before, go see what your girlfriend did on them freaks. You'll be a believer then." She flashes me a smile as she walks between Felix and I.

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

The Infected: Blog Story (11)

eleven: bound to happen


We've been walking for days. Four to be exact. It's been a week since the world turned to shit. I still don't believe it; I doubt it when I get up, dream about it when I go to bed. Aleksandra is right. We haven't seen enough of the carnage. Sometimes when we stop to rest, when our legs just can't support us anymore, I stop and try to imagine the horrors that unfolded in bigger, more populated areas. I can't though, I can't fathom the thought of entire metropolitans being brought down by the living dead.

But Aleksandra assures us that is has happened. She witnessed it in Houston, told me there was little to no chance that Auntie Lucy was alive. She barely managed to escape her parents skyrise in Memorial City and when she did she realised the skyrise was a practise round. The streets of Houston's most beautiful neighbourhood had been taken over by zombies. She talked of men ripped to shreds yet still able to walk and kids eating their parents.

I asked her to stop on many occasions. But it always managed to creep into the conversation.

"Let's stop for the night," Aleks says, just as we arrive outside of Romero, Texas, "and tomorrow we go looting for food. I'm fucking hungry."

I nod in approval, too weak to talk. What took us a matter of hours by car is now stretching to five days by foot. We haven't encountered anymore of the walking dead but Aleks reminds us to stay alert.

She chooses a spot some distance away from the highway. Aleks always chooses the spot.

"I'm going to go for water. You guys collect wood." She throws Felix one of her guns for protection and then stalks off in the medley of trees, her platinum blonde hair squared off perfectly in the back. Ugh.

"What's with you?" Felix asks me. I kind of asked for it though.

"Something about her kind of twitches my nerves. Don't you think?"

"Oh no. Do not get me involved in your weird jealousy thing. She saved us. We had no water, no shelter, no guns. Would she leave us with a gun if she didn't trust us?"

Great. What he's saying actually makes sense. But still, the way she bosses us around is starting to piss me off. I realise Felix is already picking up wood and I go to help but he insists I stay still.

"We haven't eaten in..." He stop to think. Hell if I even know when's the last time we ate. "...two days. I'll pick up wood Charlie, it's okay."

"Fine." I sulk back to the log. 

He laughs and throws the wood he gathered under the canopy of evergreens. Goes back for more. He removes his shirt and once again my eyes divert to his impressive body. Just then he turns and catches me.

"Like what you see?" He smirks and our eyes meet for just a bit too long.

"Ugh. Get over yourself, Felix." I untie my curly mane and pretend that my scalp itches. It's better then looking at Felix again.

"Why do you do that?" He says, pulling me out of my distraction. He drops the logs he just picked up and asks me the question again. He doesn't sound angry, I hear sadness again.

"Um...my scalp itches?" That didn't sound to convincing at all.

"No, I mean the way you act with me. My sisters and Victoria bullied you all your life and now Aleks bosses you around and you don't say a peep. But when I say something, or try to joke or help, you get defensive and sarcastic. Why, is it because I didn't want to go out with you last year?"

"You are very, very vain Felix. It has nothing to do with you.Girls intimidate me, if they don't like me they can actually kick my ass. I must admit i'm not actually myself of late, I mean with the whole "argh" and "haaa" lately, and i'm sorry I upset you so much. I really am." I am getting so much better at managing the stress. I'm narrowing it down to the fact that everything else stresses me out more. Has to be that. God, his abs are so hot.

"I accept your apology. Damn, sometimes you can be so complica -"

I spring off the log and kiss him. I pull away but his arms bring me back and his lips soon attack mine. I surrender. He lifts me in his arms and I wrap my legs around him. That's when I snap back to reality. When I hear Aleks' voice.

"Jesus Christ, get a room"










Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The Infected: Blog Story (10)

ten: allies

My legs are weak. The hot Texas sun is showing no mercy today. It looks at us from far away, beats us down with its heat. I wrap my cardigan around my head. I'm thirsty. I look over at Felix. His shirt's off and he's holding it behind his back, looking down as he walks.

"We need water." I say, looking out at the hazy road ahead. It stretches for miles with no sign of relenting.

"I know." He answers back. Felix, a man of few words.

My mouth is parched. I run my tongue across my lips but it doesn't have the desired effect. There is no moisture left in my mouth. A headache is starting to build. I feel it pulse.

"I need to sit down for a bit" I don't ask, I'm just stating it. I walk towards a tall pine tree and sit down by its roots. The shade immediately comforts by throbbing head.

"We can't stay still. We don't know what's in those woods." He says, as his eyes scan the line of trees behind me. They're all lined up perfectly, creating corridors of tall pine. A plantation.

"You may not know what's in those woods, but I do." I say, and realise how nasty it came out.

"I know what you're trying to say, Charlie." He rests his hands on his hip. He frowns. "Zombies. Don't. Exist. It has to be something else."

"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth" I answer, quoting one of my favourite authors.

"What's that suppose to mean? And zombies are impossible," he snorts, shoving his hands back in his pockets. I can't resist sneaking a peak at his bare chest.

"Nobody ever disproved zombie existence, Felix. And don't tell me you didn't aim for the head the moment you knew it was you or her?" Ouf, another harsh stab. I look away.

"Actually I didn't. I -"

"You know what, It's my turn to cut you off." I jump to my feet and brush the grass that stuck to my pants. "If you don't start accepting what is happening, we will never make it out alive. Is that what you want?"

"What are you so desperate to live for? There's no one left. We don't even have a fucking clue what is going on out there." He looks desperate, still has that sad shadow looming over him. Its overwhelming.

I decide right then and there to blurt it all out. "My parents have something to do with this. David had found something before all of this happened. I was going over at his place when I was attacked. I had to get to Grams. David is probably dead right now. Or walking. or both." I sneak a glance over at Felix. He grins when I mention the last part. "They were doing illegal experiments on animals in several parts of the world. My parents wanted to branch off from pharmaceuticals and go into finding cures. They tested NF on thousands of animals. Everyone knew that. But a couple of months ago, they signed a deal with Drake Foods..."

"NF... as in..." He says. I can see he is struggling to remember where he heard that before.

"NF as in Necrotizing Fasciitis. Commonly known as flesh-eating disease." I answer. And then I see the lightbulb go off. Felix's aunt had suffered through NF for several years before taking her own life. It wasn't something I should have brought up. Not now. But I go on. "The weird part is that this giant deal was never publicized. Not on the news, not in the newspaper, nowhere. I found the article by chance on the internet."

Felix ponders over what I just told him. Pieces the puzzles togheter, tries to fit them in with my previous bullshit story I fed him. He probably doesn't understand what I'm trying to suggest.

"What are you suggesting, exactly?"  he mutters.

Figured.

"Drake Foods is all over the world. Olsen Pharmaceuticals is all over the world. Flesh-eating disease. From the fact that radios aren't working and every town bordering the busiest highway in the Southern States is dead and walking, i'm kinda inclined to say that the zombies are all over the world. What else could have ignited this fire so quickly but the two largest companies on Earth?"

I'm fueled with excitement right now but Felix doesn't react the same. How is it that I got over everything so quickly but he didn't? Right, I didn't murd- kil- I didn't do what he did that night.

"You and your theories. Charlie, you can- HOLY FUCK!"

My heart jumps into my throat as I spin around. No. Can't be. Several whatever-you-want-to-call-them are emerging from the wood at different paces. The one on the left is the quickest and he's on me in seconds.

"FEELIX!" I struggle with the decaying thing, his superior strenght breaking my will every second. I succumb and fall to the ground. It's drooling black puss all over me and I can barely keep its bony hands off me. It snaps at me, jerks its head. I hear feet smacking ground and a boot hitting the walking corpse's ribs. It rolls off me and I hear several gunshots. Instinctively I close my eyes. Someone grabs my arm and lifts me.

I expect a man, someone rugged. But it's not. It's a girl. All in black, shorts and tank. She's roughed up. Somewhere beneath the crusted dirt and bloodstains is a girl. A girl my age.

"What are you doing out here without guns?" She says, her voice smooth. Didn't expect that. I look pass her at Felix and then behind me at the dozen corpses strewing the forest floor.

"We ran out of gas a while back." I answer, out of breath. I smell the burnt gun powder. "I'm Charlotte, that's Felix."

I point and he waves. We look pathetic compared to her. Decked out with weapons. A knife in her booth, a gun in her waistband, another tucked away in a thigh holster. A genuine Lara Croft. I could see Felix checking her out. She is pretty; slender, tall, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Everything I'm not, basically.

"Aleksandra. But just call me Aleks."

Felix eventually joins us and for some reason he returns to his old self and does what he did best: break the tension.

"Now i'll be travelling with two chicks with guy names. Charlie and Aleks. Classic!"

Aleks rolls her eyes. "It's better then Felix. That's a cat's name."

She starts walking back towards the road. I laugh and Felix and I exchange a glance.

"I like her." I say and run to catch up to our new ally. She's walking in the direction we just came from.

"We're heading to Houston, actually. My aunt's there. I think -" I stop speaking. Something caught Aleks' eye. She stops.
Looks around.
Raises her arm.

Aleks has a pistol and it's aimed towards the woods. Goosebumps invade my arms and neck, raising the short brown hairs along the way. She shoots. I look at Felix, we both seemed puzzled.

"You haven't been around them long enough," she looks from me to Felix, "You don't smell them. Hear them. Feal them. I just shot one. Would have came right at you. And we are not going to Houston." She turns. Yeah, just turns her back to me and continues walking back down the long winding road, back to the car, back to Romero, back home.

I don't know what fueled me, but something deep awakened. Maybe my primal instincts, that burning fire inside that bursts to life when threatened, questioned, confused. "I beg your fucking pardon?" Something about her shifts. I don't feel so comfortable around her so much.

"Houston's dead. Last I heard, they sealed off San Francisco. To survive, we have to head there." She doesn't look back, nor does she stop walking.

Felix walks up to me and we both look at our new friend with a certain apprehension. He actually voices it first though.

"She'll feed us to them if she needs to, right?"

"Oh yeah. Most definitely." I answer and we start walking again.

Walking. We so need a car...

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The Infected: Blog Story (9)

nine: out of gas

We're driving along highway 90, towards Houston. In the haste of things, I forgot the charger; without it, the laptop is completly useless. The sun is rising in the horizon, and soon the heat is unbearable. I remove my yellow cardigan and throw it in the back.

Just then Felix finally decides to break the silence. It's been nearly five hours since we left Romero.

"I'm ready. To explain, I mean." He still has trouble talking to me. Sure, we exchanged words like old buddies back in Romero but the situation beckoned it. Now he has to be vulnerable. And Felix Holloway doesn't open up easily.

"I'm all ears, Felix." I keep my eyes trained on the road. It stretches for ever.

He sighs and gathers his thoughts.

"I was listening music in my room, just after you left. I thought I had heard something in the hallway so I removed my earphones. You see, Steph and Anna... they like - liked - to argue alot. I ignored it at first but then I heard something; It sounded like someone falling..."

I listen as he relives every moment of that night. I hear hesitation when he talks about the actual symptoms that his sisters displayed, as if he can't come to terms with what is really happening. I know that he knows. He knows. He has to.

When he's done, he looks away from me. So now I know what happened to Grams. What Felix did. It's spreading.

"That's how you knew the kids were infected?" I ask.

"Their arms were covered in blisters. The little girl was just minutes away from... It happens fairly quickly." He turns to face me. "From what i've seen, anyways. What about you? What happened to you?"

I'm put on the spot. For the last three days it was like an unspoken rule: we just don't talk about it. I force tears back. If Felix could share what happened, I sure could. And so I tell him. About David's theory, my encounter with Victoria, how I figured everything out, and all the other things that led to my freaking out in the car. It feels like forever ago. As if I was a different person, in a different time. Everything changed so quickly. Zombies. I still can't grasp it.

"Felix?"

He's playing with his shaggy blonde hair, running his hand through it. "Yeah"

"Do you believe it's zombies now?"

He's silent. Stops playing with his hair.

"I don't know..."

"I mean, everything adds up -"

He cuts me off. If I wasn't driving a hundred miles an hour, I would have smacked him.

"Zombies don't exist, Charlie. They just don't."

"So what the fuck did I kill back there, Felix? Tell me, what goddamn man tries to rip a chunk of flesh out of a girls neck?"

I stop the car, don't even bother to pull over in the emergency lane. I punch the steering wheel, driven by anger. Tears form and roll down my cheeks. Felix brushes my bushy hair aside and wipes my tears away.

"Just tell me i'm not crazy, Felix." I whisper

"You're not crazy." He answers, unfastening his seatbelt.

Out of nowhere he leans in and kisses me. I'm taken by surprise and push him off me. He gives me a look.

"What made you think I wanted that?" I say, somewhat angry by his boldness.

"I don't know..." He goes beet red and shifts in his seat.

"No. Just...wrong."

I turn the key in the ignition but nothing happens. The Mazda3 doesn't roar to life. We're on a stretch of highway with nothing surrounding us but evergreens.

"Felix..." I say, turning to face him.

"Don't tell me..." He knows what i'm about to say

"We're out of gas."

"Awh Christ."

Saturday, October 15, 2011

The Infected: What Happened to the Holloways

DAY 1

I step out of the den just in time to catch Charlotte Olsen storm out of the house.

"What's with her?" I ask my brother. He shrugs and runs up the stairs just as Stephanie enters the hall. She is pale and her arms are covered in small blisters.

"Jesus Christ, Steph." I let out, grabbing her arm and turning it every which way, checking out the tiny bumps that masks her skin.

"I don't feel so good, Anna" She lets out in a faint whisper. Her eyes are puffy, dark, caved in. I place my palm to her forehead. Fever.

"Go get the thermometer, I'll call Doctor Cohen" I try to stay calm, not to scare Stephanie. She is only ten years old. She dissapears into the kitchen and I make my way back to the den to call our doctor. I'm no more then two feet away from the family room when the skin on my arms begin to itch.

I scratch and scratch but the irritating feeling doesn't leave. I sweep my hair behind my ears and look down at my arm. Blisters. Small, everywhere. I frown. What is going on? I take the phone and call Doctor Cohen's office. It's late but there should still be someone there.

No answer.

I put the phone back down and turn to leave. Stephanie is standing in the doorway, her skin now a shade of grey, pockmarked from busted blisters. Her dark hair hangs eerily in her face, partially covering her left eye. The other one...The right one. It's pussing a yellow ooze. My heart pounds against my ribcage. She starts.

"FEEEEEELIX!"

Stephanie snaps and runs towards me. I can't move. I blink and then Stephanie is on me and i'm on my back. I'm struggling with her, scared by the strenght she has. She is only ten years old. Her mouth opens wide and she vomits blood all over me. I gag at the smell and the copper taste in my mouth.

I reach for the poker beside the fireplace, my fingers scratching against the carpet. It's just out of reach. That's when I feel the bite. My left arm, a solid chunk of my forearm is now dangling in Stephanie's mouth. I shriek and swear and my whole body shakes with fury. Tears begin to form and something deep inside me awakens.

I bring my knee up and kick Stephanie in the gut. She's lit with rage. As she fumbles to get to me I reach for the poker, roll over and wack her across the face. She falls to the floor. I get up quickly and with the bottom of my purple tee, I wipe the blood off my face. It only smears and penetrates deeper into my pores.

I linger, think about Felix. Look down at Stephanie. My little Steph. She is only ten years old.

"FEEEELIX!"

I snap out of it and run up the stairs. Everything looks so different. My skin burns. When I reach the landing, I'm dizzy. I can't see straight.

"Fe...felix."

I start to lose sight and pass out against the wall.

*****

"Annabelle! Wake up!"

I open my eyes. Bright. It's so bright. "Where am I?"

"In the bathroom. What is going on? Stephanie...she attacked me, ran out the house. Your arm, your fucking arm is -"

"Don't speak too fast. Where am I?" My head pounds. I look down at my arms. The skin is grey, covered with tiny craters. Busted blisters.

"You have to go, Felix... something is not right." I start to cry. I'm afraid.

"What is happening to you? Anna...what is going on?" Even his voice is strained.

"It's spreading..." I manage to say. I feel hot. I don't feel so good. Like after you ride a rollercoaster too many times. Felix tries to comfort me and goes to touch my arm.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I cower into the corner, scaring Felix. "GO! I'M..." I can't speak no more. I fall on all fours, heaving. I see my the veins in my arms go black. I heave hard and then I vomit blood all over the white tile. I begin to lose thought. I want food. I want something now. I look at Felix. I want food...

*****

I step out of the bathroom and close the door behind me. The silence that reigns over the house is distressing. I rest my back against the wood door and sigh. What did I just do? I had no other choice, I reason with myself. Annabelle was trying to kill me. Eat me?

Everything happened so fast. I walk towards the window and look out aimlessly. I see Stephanie on the neighbours lawn. Mrs. Olsen is talking to her from her veranda. What is happening? I look out at the Harris' house in front of me. The lights are on and something similar to what happened here is going on over there.

Somewhere in the distance, someone is screaming. Then I look down again and see Stephanie running wildly towards my elderly neighbour, Charlie's grand-mother. This isn't happening. I sprint down the stairs and run out through the open door.

"STEPH! NO!"

Fear and pain pushes me forward, dares me to run as fast as I can; the cool September air embrasses me as I go. I make my way around the white picket fence, just in time to see Stephanie leap onto Jeanette Olsen's chest and plunging her teeth deep in the elderly woman's flesh. Blood gushes out like a fountain when Stephanie pulls back and where Mrs. Olsen's neck was, now a gaping  hole replaces it. In a matter of seconds the blood begins to stop.

She's dying. It's spreading. They reanimate. Zombies?

I run back to the fence and pry one of the wooden pickets from the ground. When I turn I notice Jeanette is nowhere to be seen and Stephanie is running towards me, her arms flailing and her teeth barred. She looks crazed.

"STEPH, NO!"

She doesn't stop. Shows no sign of comprehension. I hold onto the picket hard and when my sister is but as few feet in front of me I drive it forward, deep inside her eye. It shatters in my hands and a long piece remains stuck in my little sister's eye socket. She falls to the ground. Lifeless.

Strange noises echo out of the house. I can't do this anymore. The police will be here. Yes, someone must have called them by now. I hold onto the small piece of wood left in my hands and make my way inside the Olsen residence.

It's pitch black. Chairs are strewn about, picture frames dangling off the far end wall.

"Mrs. Olsen...? Charlie?"

There is no answer. I fear the worst. I lean back against the front door and think about what the fuck could have caused all this. How could shit go down so quickly? It must be the Nuclear reactors in the neighbouring city. They must have heated and melted, discharging it's massive energy. People are going a bit mad. It'll be better.

I wipe the sweat from my forehead and spot the door at the end of the hall creaking and stirring. I tip toe towards it, trying not to make a peep.

The silence is shattered when Jeanette Olsen crashes through the room at the end of the hall and starts running towards me, bobbing up and down. She isn't slowed down by her bad leg. Pure rage forces her forward. She leaps onto me and I hit the front door hard. I use the handle to stay up but I only manage to rip the door off it's hinges. My legs give out and I fall beneath my elderly neighbour.

Her eyes are just like Steph and Anna's were before I had to stop them. Murder them. They're hollow and whatever soul lived in there is not looking back at me. She tries to bite me, her jaw snapping wildly. The smell of decaying flesh is nauseating.

I manage to push Jeanette off me and quickly grab the cast iron skillet that is in the brass sink and turn to face the creature that stands before me.

"I'm so sorry..."

I bring the massive skillet down and hear something crack. She stumbles out of the door, misses the first step of the veranda and crashes down onto the stone walkway.


What the fuck did I just do?


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